Rock (First Time)


Traute nearly lost her footing as the crowd jostled her.  But she didn't care. 
She was going to see Steamhammer, the quintessential grunge rock band, playing in
the Tiergarten. It was as if the whole of Berlin was throbbing with the news. 
Steamhammer, the biggest band in the universe, was playing live in her home town.

The crowd grew larger as columns of people joined the throng from the direction
of Wedding and the Potzdammer Platz, to the point that it was a heaving scrum. 
Such was the press of bodies that Traute thought that she could have lifted her
feet off the ground and still been safely carried along.

Sixteen and a virgin, Traute was at the absolute peak of perfection.  She
reckoned herself to be pretty enough, but in the eyes of the rest of the world
she was completely stunning.  Long blonde hair, powder-blue eyes, thick lips,
tiny little bud of a nose, perky little breasts and legs that went on for ever.
It was as if an artist had been given carte-blanche to create the perfect female
form and she was the result.  When coupled with her innate modesty and her ready
wit, she was one of the most popular girls in her whole neighbourhood, never mind
the gymnasium where she went to school.

Although she'd had her share of boyfriends she hadn't yet found one that she
liked enough to sleep with, although she was subject to the same urges and
desires of any healthy young girl her age.  She had let boys fondle her breasts
and one of them, her current boyfriend, Wolfgang, had even got as far as to touch
her sex.  The exquisite feelings that this engendered frightened her so much she
was forced to stop him before her body betrayed her completely.  At the time she
had felt sorry for Wolfgang and it had taken her at least an hour to quell her
beating heart after the incident.  In her heart of hearts she knew she couldn't
contain the feelings inside her for too much longer.  She would finally succumb,
such was their power.  Her willpower and innate modesty were still strong enough
to overcome the feelings, but her resolve was slipping.  And she knew it.

Tonight she wasn't thinking about that. Tonight was a night for fun and for
mindless screaming at her heroes on stage.  She had a special corner of her heart
reserved for Snake Diamond, the lead singer of Steamhammer.  His full length
posters graced the walls of her modest little bedroom, where he gazed moodily at
her, his eyes seemingly following her around the room.  It gave her a little
tingle down her spine every time she became aware of them.  It was as if the
brooding, leather-clad man was in the room with her and the power he seemed to
exude made her feel weak at the knees.

Crowd dynamics are a wonderful area of study. A swirling mass of humanity with a
tight purpose and a distinct goal, they seemed to take on the form of an
unstoppable mass, like a large body of water rushing down a gully with the
smaller, lighter members of the crowd bobbing in their wake like twigs in a
torrent. And so Traute found herself swept along, unable to decide her own
destination until, wonder of wonders, she found herself directly in front of the
stage.  She could have hugged herself and wept for joy when she realised that she
was going to be mere metres away from her hero.

There was such a palpable feeling of excitement in the crowd that you could
virtually cut it out and bottle it. Every time one of the technicians came on
stage to make a last minute adjustment, a ripple of raw power swept through the
crowd, bouncing around as if it was going to sear the leaves off the trees. The
ripples peaked as time went on until they were a tidal wave of undistilled
emotions.  So when the group finally hit the stage the roar of the crowd shook
the very foundations of the Bundestag.  The older citizens of Berlin hadn't heard
such a rush of fervour since........that man!

The first chords drowned out the screams of the crowd and they were off.

Traute screamed and hollered with the best of them.  There was a group of about
100 young females clustered in front of the stage and they jumped and screamed
and cried and waved their arms.  It was heady and powerful and Traute was having
a marvellous time.

Then it was time for Snake to perform his solo, 'You are the one!' The lights
dimmed on the other members of the band and Snake picked up his acoustic guitar. 
As if on cue a roadie came out onto the stage and, squinting, Snake scanned the
edge of the crowd.  His eyes roved over Traute then came back, then he pointed
and muttered something to the roadie, who reached forward and plucked Traute
effortlessly from the crowd.

She was so overcome she nearly fainted.  She could feel the jealous stares of the
other girls piercing her like barbs as she stood in front of Him.

He put his arm around her and she felt giddy, but the feeling of solidity that
his arm engendered helped her to keep her decorum although her heart was beating
like a tribal drum.  He put his face close to hers and then sang to her.

'I can find no other. That makes me feel the way you do. I'm your wide-eyed lover
And I worship every inch of you.......'

It was, to Traute, as if the words had been written especially for her.  It was
the most powerful and emotional point in her life.  On stage in front of over
100,000 people as her idol sang directly to her.  She felt as if she had died and
gone to heaven.

The song was only five minutes long but to Traute it seemed to last for hours, as
he gazed deep into her eyes.  Finally it was over and he leaned forward and asked
her her name.

She had trouble replying as her throat seemed to be made of sandpaper, but
finally she croaked, "Traute."

"Hey, a big round of applause for Traute!" he shouted at the crowd.

Predictably they went wild, as a roadie came over and led her off the stage.  He
was a huge bear of a man with a stained tee-shirt, features which he had in
common with the rest of the large road crew, but he wasn't unkind.

"Here," he said, handing her a backstage pass. "Come to the party afterwards."

Knees trembling and hands shaking she accepted the small card, like it was the
key to the biggest diamond vault in the world.

She watched the rest of the show from the wings of the vast stage.  She was so
excited she felt she was going to burst.  Finally the show and the numerous
encores were over and the sweating band trooped off stage.  Most of them gave her
a curt nod, but Snake came up to her and took her hand.

"Thanks.  By the way, you speak English?"

She nodded not trusting herself to speak.

"Great, you wanna party?"

Again she nodded.

Someone pressed a glass of something into her hand.  It was fizzy and the bubbles
tickled her nose.  She sipped it and it tasted great. After a few more glasses
she was feeling a lot more relaxed and so when Snake eventually came over to her
she was able to interact fairly normally with him.

He put his arm around her and gently led her into a small bedroom that stood,
empty, off the long corridor.  After ushering her inside he closed the door. 
Traute's heart was again pounding.  Here she was, alone with the biggest
heart-throb in the world and it was obvious what he wanted to do.

"You enjoy the show?" he asked as he perched on the side of the bed.

"Yes.  It was great, thank you," she blabbered.

"You want to get it on?"

"Sorry?"  She didn't understand a word.

"You want to do it?" he persisted.

"You mean.....?" she blushed.

"Yeah, what do you think?"

She stared at the floor, blushing furiously, while inside her a titanic battle
was being fought.  Sure she would lose her virginity, but to lose it to Snake
Diamond?  It made Wolfgang's fumblings pale into insignificance. Finally she
decided.  She looked at him from under her lowered eyelashes and nodded.

"Great.  Okay, let's see you get undressed, then."

He was so matter-of-fact she could scarcely believe that he had said it, but he
was waving his hand at her impatiently.  Slowly, ever so slowly, she stripped
herself off.  Her conflicting emotions caused the blood to roar in her head as,
one by one, she shed her clothes.  Finally she stood there, naked.

There are no superlatives that could be used to describe her adequately, as she
stood there, blushing prettily and nakedly vulnerable in front of him.

His demeanour hardly changed when confronted by such a priceless beauty.

"You sure you want to do it?"

It was too late to back out now.  Anyway, those tinglings had started again and
were threatening to engulf her.  She had masturbated enough over his image, so to
actually sleep with the real thing must be heaven.

"Yes," she croaked, her voice betraying her.

"Good.  Lie down, then."  He waved his palm over the bed.

Feeling awkward and gawky she lay, rigidly on the bed.

"Pull your arms up," he said.

She reached for the bedhead and he snapped leather cuffs on them.  She had a
momentary feeling of fear, which he obviously noticed.

"You sure you want to do it?  It's your last chance, you know."

She closed her eyes and nodded again.

He jerked her legs open and attached cuffs to them too.  Now she was spread wide.
 Curiously she wasn't afraid, after all there was a whole crowd of people just a
few yards away. Instead she was mildly ashamed.  He must be able to see that her
nipples were standing stiff and dark, and that there was an ooze of longing from
between her legs.

He produced a strange contraption from a drawer and, before she could register a
protest, he pushed the ball inside her mouth and snapped the strap closed.  Now
she couldn't speak, let alone shout.  She was starting to get the flutterings of
panic in her stomach, but it was too late.  He gazed into her eyes for a second
then kissed her lightly on the forehead.

She could feel his hand rubbing up and down her body, but assiduously avoiding
her soaking sex.

Then he stood up.

She thought he was going to get undressed but he started walking towards the
door.

"Urrrrrrr.  Urrrrr!" she said, from behind her gag.

He stopped and looked at her.  "You didn't think I was going to fuck you, did
you?  You stupid girl.  Don't you read the newspapers? I'm gay, but you can rest
assured my road crew ain't.  Four weeks on the road, working hard with no pussy. 
I think they deserve a good fuck, don't you?  I'm sure they'll be glad to hear
you offered."

He blew her a kiss and walked out closing the door behind him.