I can't believe that Avril Lavigne is at my mall! Her new CD "The Best Damn Thing" just came out and she's promoting it with this mall appearance. I heard about it on the radio about a week before it was going to happen. I'm so excited that I'm going to meet her. I've been a fan of hers for a long time. I have all her CDs and even some bootleg stuff of hers. All her music is great and I can never get tired of it. I think I listen to at least one of her songs everyday. Her music is infectious and intoxicating. I love throwing on one of her songs and masturbating to her. I would cum so hard when I did that. The combination of her voice and the posters I have of her. My ex-girlfriend used to dress up like her and lip synch to her songs. It was so much fun. I'd be her groupie and she'd stand on the bed while singing and pluck me out of the crowd. But we broke up over something else.
I stood in line at the record store for what seemed like an eternity. I was towards the back of the line. But it moved quickly. I saw her a few times while peering over the other people in line. She looked stunning and beautiful. I couldn't wait to finally meet her. She looked so cheerful and happy as she signed the autographs. Then I finally got up to her.
"Hi," she said as I handed her my CD.
"HI, I'm Josh," I said while extending my hand. She shakes it and smiles and goes back to signing the CD booklet and an 8X10 glossy photo of her.
Her hair is styled in a very immaculate way. It looks very much like the way she always has her hair. There are a few pink streaks in it, which make her look even more gorgeous. She has a Tiffany's necklace on. It has the letters and symbols of T & Co. but they're out of order and look like & Co T. She's wearing a tank top or wife beater it looks generic but it could be a very expensive one. She has on a pair of camouflage Capri pants, I think they're from the Gap. But I could be mistaken. Finally she has on a pair of blue and white striped skimmer shoes. I love the way her legs look in the pants and the shoes. I love girls who wear shoes like that. I notice that her fingernail paint is chipped. I don't know if it's worn out or if it was placed on there like that. I notice that she has a thumb ring. I imagine that hand jerking me off her thumb ring rubbing on my penis. Then it hits me, her wedding band is not there. Are her and Deryck Wibley separated? I hope so.
"There you go," she says handing me the photo and CD booklet.
"Thank you," I say taking the items, "could I get a picture with you?"
"Sure," she says standing up.
I take the picture with my digital camera. It looks cheesy but I like it. It looks like one of those lame myspace pictures. Speaking of which I think I will put it on myspace. It'll make all my friends jealous. She gives me a hug and I walk off. I go to the food court and grab a quick bite to eat.
After I have a slice of pizza I decide to go back to the record store and see if she's there. But she's not there. I see the staff picking up the tables. A few pictures of hers are left over. I notice that they have a large amount of Avril Lavingne CDs and DVDs. I already have and jerk off to them. I say screw it and decide to go home.
I leave the mall and walk to my car. I notice a Limo that is sort of following me. I start to get paranoid. It pulled alongside of me. I started to tense up. The window then began to come down. I stood there, locked in fear and curiosity. As the window finally came down I kept looking. No one was in the car, or at least I couldn't see who it was. I kept looking into the car.
"Boo," Avril Lavigne yells at me.
"Holy shit," I say as my voice cracks.
"Hey you," she says, "you seemed very excited to see me."
"I was," I reply.
"So you have anything going on," she asks.
"No," I reply, "I was about to go home."
"You should come with me," she offers.
"Definitely," I reply as she opens the door.
I get in the car. Avril makes room for me. She sits on the opposite of the car to me. She looks even more stunning than before. Even though she is wearing the same clothes as earlier. I want to touch her feet. Something about those shoes she had on were driving me insane. I wanted her.
"So," she says as the car begins to drive off, "what was your name?"
"Josh," I reply.
"Well you know me," she smiles.
"I know," I reply.
"So what do you want to do," she asks.
"What ever you want," I reply.
"Really," she smirks, "anything I want. Well I do have something in mind."
"Like what," I ask.
"You'll see," she laughs.
"Um," I stutter, "so do you mind if I ask where Deryck is?"
"Probably with his boyfriend," she laughs.
"What," I ask.
"His boyfriend," she says in a serious tone, "I have a lot to tell you I guess."
"I suppose," I laugh.
"He's been seeing Joel Madden from Good Charlotte," she smirks, "that's why Hillary Duff and myself were fighting with each other. She didn't know he was gay."
"So who else is uh, like that," I stutter.
"I was a little lesbian for a while," she laughs, "I taught Ashlee Simpson how to eat pussy, her and her sister are closer than you think."
"Really," I laugh.
"Oh yes," she says, "they're from Texas you know."
"That's funny," I reply, "so how long have Joel and Deryck been going out?"
"About a year," she replies, "they met at one of my concerts. I caught them in one of the hotel bathrooms. Let's just say it wasn't pretty."
"What happened," I ask in anticipation.
"Joel and my husband to be were re-enacting Brokeback Mountain."
"That's a trip," I smile.
"We got married not too long after that," she says, "you know to cover up the whole gay thing. We staged a trip to Italy or something and he proposed. It was a brilliant plan. He didn't want people to know he was that way."
"So it's just a marriage of convenience," I smirk.
"Yep," she says.
"So how's Paris," I ask.
"Hilton," she starts, "stupid, really stupid. She has no personality and she is a total liar and a fake. We met a few times, she doesn't like me."
"Anything else about her," I ask.
"She has a black boyfriend," she laughs, "she's kept it secret for a long time. She doesn't want anyone to know."
"I bet," I say, "how's Lindsey?"
"Like Paris said," she starts, "she's a fire crotch. I've had a piece of that before. She smells funky down there. But she is a fire crotch. She loves the way I eat pussy! She has a thing for black meat as well. Hollywood is not too keen on the whole interracial thing."
"Interesting," I say, "so why is Hollywood like that?"
"Don't know," she laughs, "I don't like the whole interracial thing, and I've been with one black guy."
She then gets up and walks over to me and hugs me and lies in my arms. She hugs me tightly and looks into my eyes and gives me a quick kiss. My dick gets really hard knowing that Avril is kissing me. She then begins to rub on my penis. She puts her mouth on my pants and breaths hard on my dick. She then gives me a quick lap dance as the car comes to its final stop. She takes out my penis and quickly jerks it off. She kisses it briefly. She puts it back just as quickly as she pulled it out.
"We're here," she says as the driver opens the door.
I notice that we're at the rear of the hotel. No one is around. The bellman takes us to the private elevator and we end up at the penthouse suite. Avril opens the door to the room. It's huge and there is a large bed in the center of the room. A few bottles of champagne are in ice buckets. She runs and jumps on the bed.
"Come on in the bed is fine," she says as I comply.
I jump on the bed and lie next to her. She gets on top of me and we begin to make out. Her tongue probes my mouth. I feel her lip-gloss peel off as we continue the furious make out session.
"Just like me and Deryck did," she says pulling away from me, "we had to fool everyone."
"I bet," I reply as she begins to kiss me, "are you hungry?"
"I had some pizza," I start, "But I'm still a little hungry."
"Cool," she says while getting off of me and picking up the room phone, "I'll get room service. I claim I'm a vegetarian, but I'm not. I love meat. All kinds of meat."
"All right," I say.
"I'd like the New York strip steak rare," she says before looking at me, "what do you want?"
"Um the same but medium rare," I reply.
"Let me get the same but medium rare," she says, "that's right two New York strip steaks one rare, one medium rare... steamed vegetables are good."
She finishes up on the phone and gets back on the bed with me and we begin to make out. We make out for almost thirty minutes before the food shows up. We sit down and begin to eat our dinner.
"So how's the steak," she asks.
"Good," I say.