Days later, the full sense of that encounter set in. Being young, being inexperienced, I only wanted more. I found myself nervously trying to get Jon�...�s parents attention when ever I’d see them, trying to get myself invited back, riding my bike near their house, waiting to see them. But every time they acted like nothing had happened. What I missed most though, was my time with him. I missed the smell of his body, the taste of his cock.I was thrilled when Jon’s dad noticed me a few days later. I had never done this before, but I kind of knew how it worked….you dress like a slut, try to catch the eye of the security guys or manager-types who are picking groupies from the crowd, and….if it works….voila, you’re backstage with the band. At least that’s how I figured it would work.So, the night of the concert, I pulled out one of my sluttiest outfits. I was an attractive co-ed, with long brown hair, big brown eyes, natural 36DD tits, and a narrow waist, so I figured I’d at least get. Waiting for his drink, he checked out the people gathered in the bar. In the far corner was a table of retirees, the ladies with flower-festooned cocktails in coconuts whilst the men were sticking to their Australian-made chilled beers with frothy heads. A number of the tables were taken by honeymooners making lover-dovey eyes at each other, whilst other tables were occupied by couples enjoying a quiet time. As Greg’s eyes moved down the end of the bar he noticed a striking young woman perched. You know what, girls? For being such a prick he can buy us all new dresses for tonight. That'll teach him some manners." We can't do that, Michelle," Lidia said turning her head towards the noise and sighing. "Dresses onboard are very expensive. We'll find something else." What? Didn't moneybags tell you? He's loaded. He can afford to buy his harem and favorite sergeant a dress or two," she scoffed."We did not know, Daniel," Alee turned towards me her eyes wide. "We just assumed you were a.