I've always been envious of those people who can make the opposite sex fall for them easily, because it's never happened for me.
But I don't want to come across as bitter or vengeful, because it is in fact quite the opposite with me.
I have been told from time to time that I have the looks that some girls would find attractive if I just pursued things with them, but when you get rejected as often as I have, you tend to go into a shell about these things and think that you're not good enough for anyone.
But no matter how down on myself I happened to be at a particular time, I could always find solitude in the music of Paramore, who is of course fronted by that red-haired goddess Hayley Williams, who I, like the majority of her male fans do, have always had a crush on.
And I'd like to tell you that that crush had found a way to resolve itself sine Hayley was engaged to be married now, but all that seemed to do was make me want her even more.
So it drew my attention right away when I heard a radio ad for a contest that they were doing before their next show in my city, in which the prize was getting the chance to meet Hayley after the show.
It seemed like a loaded ad, to be honest, as most guys automatically equate "getting to meet someone" with getting a chance to sleep with them, but once I looked into the contest a little more, I realized that there was a chance that I could actually win, seeing as how you had to send in a video to Hayley telling her exactly why you're such a big fan of hers, and why you'd be perfect to win the contest.
So I sent her one proclaiming myself the biggest of her many legions of male fans, and spent the rest of the video lamenting how I've never had any luck with the opposite sex and then sent it on its way, not really expecting to hear back from anyone.
But a few weeks later, when the day of the show was drawing near, I received a ticket to the show, along with a backstage pass, and a personalized note from Hayley about how she was looking forward to meeting me.
It was probably a small miracle that I didn't die right there and then, but somehow I managed to settle my nerves enough to get ready to go to the show, throwing on a pair of pants and the shirt that I considered my nicest one and headed for the show a few days later, deciding for once in my life to just let things fall where they may and not worry about anything.
But try as hard as I wanted to, I couldn't get my mind off of getting the chance to meet Hayley, who was looking fabulous in a simple blue tank top and a tight-fitting pair of jeans, but my mind was wandering far too much to actually enjoy the concert.
Next thing I knew, the concert was in its closing stages, and Hayley was asking for the winner of her contest to please raise his hand so that security could escort him to the back, so I raised my hand and smiled back and Hayley who smiled, waved at me and said she would be seeing me soon.
Because of my obvious confidence issues, I damn near hyperventilated waiting on Hayley to arrive, but soon she came bounding into her dressing room, closing it behind her and asking for privacy as she introduced herself to me.
"Damn, you didn't look nearly this good in your video...well, I guess I forgot your name baby. I'm sorry," she told me as I took her hand and looked her in the eyes, trying to find the right words to say to her.
"It's John Hayley," I told her as I tried not to stare at her for too long, "and don't worry, I'm not gonna take it personally that you forgot my name. I'm used to it by now."
"Aw honey. it's not like that," she told me, her hand resting on my thigh as we started talking, "and I thought the video you sent me was really endearing. It takes a big man to admit something like that to someone he doesn't even know."
"I wish you could tell that to all the girls who've rejected me in the past Hayley," I told her as I looked her in the eyes and pulled her hair back, freezing as I went in for a kiss, seeing her engagement ring shining in the light of the dressing room.
"I think this is where you're supposed to kiss me baby," she whispered as she ran her hands between my legs, smiling when she grazed my dick and felt me jump at her touch, "you really are a good-looking guy, John. You just need a little..."confidence boost"...to bring you out of your shy little shell and get you back on your feet again. And don't worry about my fiancé. You don't see him anywhere around here, do you?"
"Look at me baby. Now kiss me," she whispered as I leaned in and kissed her, feeling my confidence starting to swell as I made out with her, pushing her to the couch in her green room as she returned my kiss, locking her long legs around me as I reached for her shirt.
"Keep going," she whispered, sensing my low self-esteem kicking in again as I pulled off her shirt and reached for her bra, unhooking it and lowering my mouth to her tits, beginning to lick and suck on them.
"OHGOD, keep sucking them John. You feel so good baby," she moaned as I sucked on her tits, her legs hooking around my back as she reached for my shirt and pulled at my pants, both of us losing ourselves in the moment when I reached for her the button of her jeans.
"Can I-?" I started to ask her, my self-doubt creeping in yet again, as Hayley took my hand in hers and unbuttoned her jeans, helping me slide them off.
"You can do whatever you want to me tonight John," she whispered as she dropped to her knees and wrapped her hands around my dick, blowing on it as she led it to her mouth, "because it breaks my heart to see boys like you feeling bad about themselves."
"FUCK, suck it Hayley," I hissed as she suddenly lowered her lips around my dick, beginning to earnestly suck on it as she wrapped her hands around it, both of my hands going to the back of her head as I started to fuck her face.
"FUCK, you feel so good Hayley," I hissed as she ran her tongue along the underside of my dick, her eyes closing as she worked me over, moaning in my ear as she cupped my balls and gave them a healthy squeeze.
"MMM," she purred from around my dick as she held it in place, slurping down on it as she deep-throated it, her head bobbing back and forth as I slid it to the back of her throat.
