It had been months since my one-night stand with Alyson Hannigan when, flicking through a magazine, I came across an article which revealed that she'd broken up with her partner, Alexis. Seeing that innocent smile of hers in the photograph stirred up the memories of that night, not that they were ever too far away from my thoughts.
With the release of American Pie 3 coming soon, I was bound to be seeing her picture more often, and when the premiere came to town I read that she had attended, arriving with her co-stars and looking stunning. Deciding that I was obsessing a little too much, I set about getting on with life. It worked, but not for long.
The band I had joined a while back were getting known better around the area and, with our reputation growing, we had landed a gig at one of the more decent venues. What Pete, our lead guitarist, had failed to tell us was that this place needed a last minute live act to avoid it being dead.
Everything just seemed wrong to me, though the guys were fine. My voice felt poor and, although the reception we received was warm, the atmosphere seemed nonexistent. Between songs I suggested Pete take the next one so I could get some alcohol down my neck, topping it off with extra nicotine since I couldn't get much worse.
Stood just off stage, scanning the crowd, my gaze fell upon the entrance, maybe I just wanted to get out of there. Those thoughts slipped away as I noticed three people coming in. All were female and looking sexy in their outfits as they filtered through the crowd, but the one on the left had me curious. It was as she turned and I saw her face that my stomach jumped. For some reason Alyson Hannigan had walked through the door as we played our first, and only, gig here.
I gazed as she made her way around the club, only to be distracted as the last chords of Pete's song played out. Downing my beer I clambered back to the mike, not exactly ready for the next number. Following the set list again, the guys broke into one of our heavier songs. Having already seen onstage, Alyson didn't look up as she brought her friends onto the floor to dance.
Perhaps it was the new voice she heard that brought her attention upon me. Her face was a picture as she stood still, eyes wide and speechless. The shock of recognition soon passed and her expression grew into a broad smile that sprang from innocence to wickedness as she resumed her dancing. She remained on the floor throughout the set, seductively moving her body in time regardless of the tempo.
With the performance over, the rest of the band headed for the dressing room as I wandered to the bar. Alyson found her way over as my drink arrived, ordering one for herself.
"You were great." She said, sipping from her glass.
"Thanks."
Sensing an awkward silence approaching, she turned her stool around to face me.
"I'm sorry I had to run out that morning."
"It's fine," I lied. "Someone had to leave."
"What do you mean?" She asked, frowning beautifully.
"It would've been even more uncomfortable. There's a reason they're called one-night stands."
"I had no choice, I had work to do."
With memories of the downside of our night together all too clear, I needed to change the subject. Offering to introduce her to the rest of the band, we headed for the dressing room. She chatted to the guys as I slipped away to the toilet, burdened with the need to clean my mind and empty my bladder. I had unzipped and already started as Alyson walked up to me, sliding her hands around my waist.
"You want a hand with that?" she asked, her fingers already working their way around my shaft.
It was a good job I'd nearly finished, since my cock was getting stiff with her touch. Shaking the last drops from my erection, she turned me around, leading me into one of the booths. Sitting me down and bolting the door, Alyson turned away from me, lifting her tight black skirt to reveal an absence of underwear. Reaching between her legs, she took hold of my cock and slipped it effortlessly into her wet pussy.
"What, no foreplay?"
"Don't want none." She replied.
