It's funny how a song can always take you back, and the minute I heard the old familiar refrain of Kelly Clarkson's #1 hit from several years ago, "My Life Would Suck Without You", it took me back to a time when, to borrow a phrase from the album the song was a part of, "All I Ever Wanted" was her.
But this isn't some woebegone tale of unrequited advances, in fact, it is quite the opposite of that.
Because the year 2009, which is when Kelly looked her best in just about everyone's opinion, was a time in my life that I'll never forget.
Mostly because I got to fuck Kelly one night after one of her shows.
And it all started with a backstage pass...
I had been saving up money for months to afford a ticket to Kelly's show, had started the very first day I heard they were going on sale, as a matter of fact.
To most guys, her fluctuating weight is a major issue as to whether or not they would fuck her or not, but I had always had a thing for her, and at this particular time, I don't believe there's a man alive who wouldn't have wanted a piece of her.
Knowing this, I would have been satisfied to just get a ticket to her show, but I received word that her fan club was doing a contest to win an "all access" pass with her, and that due to popular demand for them, she was only limiting it to a handful of people per show.
Long story short, I got the call a few days before the show that I had won one of the spots, and immediately started making plans to put my best forward with her, since it was not a secret back in those days, before she found love and started a family, that she seemed to be constantly single, and let the chips fall where they may.
Finally the day of the concert arrived, and to say that I spent the evening being enamored with Kelly, who was dressed in a tight-fitting pair of black pants and a simple red t-shirt, would have been an understatement.
I was already three or four beers in by the time Kelly finished her set and her staff came and got me out of the crowd to go meet her, but since I wanted to try and turn this into something more, I waited until I was the only one left hanging around backstage to introduce myself to her.
"Hi Kelly, the name's John, I'm a big fan," I told her, trying not to leer at her tight body in the clothes she was wearing as she took a swig of the beer she was drinking, smiled at me, and offered me a seat on the couch next to her.
"Well hi John," Kelly breezily responded to me, and, maybe because of the beer, I was convinced that there was more in her voice than just a simple "hello" when she began to carry on a conversation with me.
"I know you've gotten this a lot since you started looking so fine lately Kelly, but damn girl, all that hard work really is paying off..." I told her, a hand going to her thigh before I caught myself.
"I don't get as many compliments about that as you think I have baby," she whispered, winking at me and placing my hand back on her thigh as she brushed the hair out of her face, "but I don't want you to get the wrong impression about me, either. You can flatter me all you want, but just like the song says baby, "I do not hook up."
"Why don't I see if I can change that?" I teased her as we shared a few more beers, Kelly becoming noticeably drunk by the time her management came to tell her that the meet & greet was over.
"Aw...I was just really getting to know John here..." she playfully complained to them, winking at me as she sucked on another beer while thoughts of convincing her to suck something else went through my head.
"Kelly...if you want...we can go back to your hotel room for a little while..." I whispered to her, my hand going back on her thigh and then working its way between her legs, causing her to moan a little into my ear.
