I hear a faint knock on my window. I turn around and see Anthony's figure in the evening sky, smiling. I gasp and run over, opening the window as he climbs in the rest of the way.

"Anthony," I said, taking in him an embrace, "What are you doing here?"

"We're doing a show tonight," he said, hugging my small figure and kissing my head, "I want you there."

I sigh. "I can't. You know my parents had a talk with me today? They think we're spending too much time together."

"What? That's ridiculous. How do they even know?"

"No idea, but it sucks because...I really wanna be with you." I smile.

He bends down and kisses my lips. "I wanna be with you. That's why i want you to come with me tonight, my love."

I look at the time. "I don't know, it's 7pm. I'm supposed to be doing my work."

"We'll be back in an hour, it's a short show. I just want the moral support of my girlfriend there with me." He kisses my hand.

Girlfriend? It's weird that we never actually discussed our status, after all this time. I'll admit it did make my heart flutter joyously though. I suppose after you let somebody fondle you, of course you usually end up with them; I wouldn't have just let him walk away after that, and I'm glad he didn't either.

"Come on, cutie," he said.

"Why do you always call me that?"

"Because you're adorable," he touches my nose, "and beautiful," he kisses my lips, "and," he breathes, "you give me that funny feeling in my tummy."

I giggle. "Alright, alright," I glance at the clock again, "but only if you promise to get me back on time."

"I promise a thousand pearls," he said, giving a smile that reveal his adorable two front crooked teeth.

♬

"Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now, yeah!" Anthony sings from the stage.

The crowd cheers as I watch from backstage like a proud girlfriend -that feels exciting to say, like an ownership of a title that I am proud to wear; girlfriend. I feel like telling the whole world, "Look what I got, look what I got," whenever I hold Anthony. He's like my prize possession.

He looks so good up there. I smirk as he finishes up and walks backstage. I kiss him and run my hands up and down his sweat skinned body; he's not wearing a shirt, of course. All of this sex he's signing about and reminding me of, moving around out there with all this appeal, is making me thirsty.

"That skirt looks good on you," I tease.

"I know. Stripes, my favorite," he teases back.

We laugh and peck each other's lips.

"Let's take a break from all this," he says, after gulping down some water.

He pulls me outside, the moon shining down on us. I roll up my 'mom' jeans - the warm arena has gotten my legs sweating.

"So, how'd you find the show?" he asked.

"I loved it. You and the guys were awesome."

"Thanks. Oh I almost forgot, and I understand this is short notice, but we're going on tour in two weeks.

"What?" I say, half happy for him, half sad that he's leaving. "Aw, man."

"Hey, hey," he lifts my chin up, "It'll be alright. I'll come back to visit."

"It's not the same."

"Yeah, but hey, you'll always be in my heart, baby."

I smile, disappointingly. I stare at the ground and ask myself who I will have when he's gone. Ashley and I haven't been on the best speaking terms, and Ethan's scared to death of Anthony. It just feels like Anthony is pushing more things for me to do with him that I just can't.

"You know, out of all of your friends, you're the hottest, baby."

"Aw," I said, placing my hand on his knee. "I guess we're official, then."

He smirks and says, "I guess."

We laugh. Then we kiss. Then I gain confidence knowing that I can tell him how I feel and not have him make me feel like a complete idiot, like boys my own age do.

"I should get back home," I said, breaking away from the kiss.

"I'll take you."

♬

"Do you know what happens after one of my shows, Wren?" Anthony asks, closing the window as I'm now welcomed back into my room.

I shrug, deciding to take a guess. "Fucking?"

He smirks. "Tradition, baby."

I laugh. "Aren't you tired?"

"Sex is an art," he said. "And like any artist, I can't seem to put my paintbrush down. And you, Wren, are the perfect canvas."

I shake my head and giggle. Or your dick away, I smirk at the thought. "You come up with some wild ones."

"I told you, I'm an artist."

I walk over to him, pecking his lips and placing my hands on his bare chest, just rubbing his skin for a considerable amount of time; it feels good to touch him.

He bites his lip. "Are you ready, girl?" he said.

I nod, kissing his cheek; he unbuckles his shorts, without taking his eyes off of me. He grabs a condom from his pocket pants before dropping them to the floor. I glance down at his hard cock, pointing towards his belly. I looks so tempting.

"Look at me," he demanded. His beautiful eyes captivate me as they glisten, full of lust for me. Butterflies form in my tummy. Fly butterflies, fly.

He tucks some hair behind his ear. "I love you, Wren. Be mine tonight," he says softly as he kisses my collarbone, "and forever."

"I love you too, Anthony," I softly said back.

"Tell me you want me." His tone is sexually greedy.

"I want you, Anthony."

We kiss, we suck, we bite, we tangle our hands in each other's hair, and we remove each others clothes. It's been long enough. I have this sudden urge of needing him inside of me, no matter what I've been taught over the years of how wrong it is before marriage. I can't wait any longer.

His hand gently grips the back of my neck, and rubs the skin. The kiss is becoming more intense than it already is as I stroke his big shoulders, then rub up and down his masculine arms. Lord have mercy.

He leans in and sucks on my left nipple, grabbing and rubbing the other. I moan softly, playing with his hair for a while. He pushes me down onto my bed forcefully. His kisses trail down from my chest to my pelvis. He pecks around my lower belly, placing his hands under my thighs, rubbing them up and down then all around the front, his movements slow.

He suddenly lifts my legs up and open, so that my knees touch my breasts, and moves his head in between them, eating me slowly and thoughtfully, since I'm still a virgin. He looks up at me, his eyes beautifully filled with lust.

"Fuck," I whispered.

He licks up and down my clit, then sucks, penetrating the inside of me with his forefinger whilst his knuckle grazes up and down my clit.

I make all sorts of faces as I place his head where I want it.

"Anthony," I moaned his name quietly. "Fuck, boy."

He ravages me now, eating me vigorously, his tongue movements penetrating the sensitive areas all too greatly. He pinches both of my nipples.

"God, you're so wet," he said. "I've wanted you like this forever, girl."

He stops, releasing the suction on my clit, then props himself up, hovering over me. He tears the condom wrapper open, slipping it on.

He presses my legs open as if they aren't already hungrily spread enough for him, and enters himself slowly inside of me, causing me to arch my back, partly because of pain, the other from pleasure.

I hold his arms. I wrap my arms around his torso, grabbing the skin on his back as the pain subsides, sharp at first, now feeling myself getting more lubricated.

"That's it baby, ugh, that's a good girl," he whispers to me as he pumps his thick cock inside.

"Mm, fuck." I scratch his back.

I'm getting his technique under control, moving my hips in sync with his. He grunts, fastening his pace. I feel one of his hands reach down and toy with my clit.

"Fuck you're so tight."

"Anthony, I'm gonna cum," I said in his ear, my whole body shaking.

He fastens his pace, gripping my hips and I moan; i know i need to be quiet but i can't, so i grab him tighter to control my moans and whisper scream into his ear as i feel my pussy juicing onto his dick, wetter than I've ever felt. He kisses me to shush me, as i begin cumming hard onto his throbbing cock.

"Ugh, Wren," he groans sexily, cumming with me.

We stay in that position for a while, feeling the twitch of my pussy calming down after the orgasm. I hold him closer. We just lay there together, feeling pleasure of each other's presence. The combination of our bodies stuck together and sweaty breathing, i own. We smell of sweat.

"I love you," Anthony says, his wet kisses tracing all around my body and face.

I can't even speak. There are no words to describe the immense amount of pleasure I feel sharing it with another human being. I feel like I'm in heaven. This is the first time I've felt aroused...and comfortable with it. I don't ever want to stop holding onto his shiny skin. Better than my dream.