”“What?”Now, let’s pause right here. A myriad of thoughts were running through my head at this point in time.Like:“Why me? Ashley doesn’t ...even talk to me much. What could the confession be?”I got the answer swiftly.“Chad… She told me you packing a little, huh?”I cursed to myself.“I should have known. As close as you two are... I should have known. Shit. I didn’t tell anyone. That includes my best friend. But no… I was sworn to secrecy only to…” I got interrupted.“Relax. Relax. It’s not that. It’s a lot of pressure, putting all of your thoughts and fantasies down on paper, baring your soul completely to someone else, but I love every minute of it, and I love the closeness that it gives us, knowing what’s going on in each others heads, instead of just their bodies. I’m wondering what part of the story you are at, as I shove my face down on your dick, and I love the response I feel in your body when I do. I pick up pace a little, and alternate between my hand and my mouth, deep and. I let Mark in that morning, and we bounded up the stairs as fast as our athletic legs would take us. Our clothes were off in a flash, and Mark was on top of me and in me. We didnt need any foreplay this time: we were both more than ready. Mark entered my cavity, already dripping wet, and shoved all the way to the back wall, as I lunged to meet him. He then slowly withdrew and shoved again, The feeling of his warm head against the back of my pussy, sent my head swirling. He withdrew again, but. "A cheer escaped the crowd as Jason and Stacy once again provided thesoft intro to the song that I had used to introduce myself to theworld. It felt like it had been a lifetime since I lifted my microphoneto my mouth for the first time in Salt Lake City earlier this summer.In some ways, it had been a different life altogether. I wasn't thesame person I was back then.But the cover of the Hannah Montana song said it all. I really was arock star. As I sang the song that was nearly a polar opposite.