Taylor Hanson stood and watched this perfect angel of a girl. Ashley was her name. He had followed her everyday since he found out she had just moved to Tulsa. She was a fan of him and his brothers, but from what he had observed of her, she was down to earth. The one day he had seen her walk through the same woods he frequently hid in, from the world of cameras and obsessed fans. He had found out that she was seventeen, although he had guessed at first for her to be closer to his age of twenty.
He silently followed her as she made her way to the spot he had left behind with the first whirlwind of fame back in 1997.
She sat and leaned against the big maple tree that seemed to touch the sky. She was sheltered from the harsh rays of the sun by its enormous expanse of branches heavily adorned with leaves. He studied her from a close, but safe distance. She was amazing. Long brown hair that fell to her waist, deep brown eyes framed by glasses that just enhanced their beauty. She was 5'6, so much shorter than his 6'4, but she was considered tall for her age. He had watched her enough times to know she hadn't much self-esteem. She'd never had a boyfriend and was a virgin in all sense of the word, right down to her unkissed full lips. His gaze shifted down to the swell of her breasts in the baby doll shirt that was red and said rock glam on it. He guessed her to be a D cup. His eyes danced down over her stomach. The reason to her low self-esteem. She was not skinny, but couldn't have weighed more than 150 pounds. He loved the fact she wasn't another skinny girl with nothing to grab onto. Although he knew she only saw it as a burden. He finished his observation of her by looking over her long legs that were always in jeans, no matter how hot it got.
She bent forward and rested her forehead against her drawn up knees and sighed. He knew thsi position too well. She was crying again. This was her release from a life full of pain. He longed to take her in his arms and hold her. Tell her she was worth more than all his fame and money could ever be.
She cried for a few minutes longer than tilted her tearstained face up and leaned her head against the trunk of the tree. Again his gaze flew to her wonderful breasts as she drew deep breaths to calm her lungs back to normal. He wanted so bad to caress them, imagining how soft they were. His groin tightened as he thought of the place between her thighs that was even softer.
Just then, she stood up and walked back to her home. He slowly came out of his hidng place and sat down in the warmed spot she had just vacated. He just stayed there until it started to get cold as night was fast approaching. He then went back to his home and laid in bed, thinking of Ashley and losing himself in the soft warmth of her body.
When he awakened the next morning he was determined to have her. She loved him, he knew. He just never wanted her to regret giving herself to him.
He would be her first.
He waited until she started her walk into the woods again. This time he had a purpose and his deisre started growing in his pants.
This time when she sat down he waited, then slowly walked and stopped right in front of her.
She looked up, startled, and gasped at who she saw.
Taylor smiled,"Hello Ashley."
Her beautiful brown eyes were wide in surprise,"uh..Hi. I didn't expect to see you here."
She stood up and dusted off the back of her jeans.
"Ashley, I want you to listen carefully," he said, getting right to the point,"I have been watching you since you first moved here. I need you. I need to feel you under me. I know you love me. Let me love you with my body."
She didn't know what to say. She had only dreamed of this moment,"I..you're joking aren't you? Please Taylor, I don't need to be hurt anymore than I am," she started to walk away.
