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Chapter five

     That evening Cara returned once again to the darkened halls of Night Grooves; though this time both she and the scene before her seemed
greatly
transformed.

     Wearing a sleek form fitting red velvet dress trimmed with lace at the collar and cuffs, she’d run a brush through the lengths of her long dark hair and arranged its strands in a graceful sweep atop her head; also applying just a touch of red lipstick, plus a small smidgen of eyeliner and blush.

     “Eyeliner and blush,” she pondered, adding as she rolled her eyes heavenward, “Criminy, what is this man doing to me?”

     Her sense of wonder only intensified moments later, as she approached the front of the club; quickly finding the table that Ian had reserved just for her.

     “Or
at least,
I so assume that the
table
boasting the obnoxiously large sign that reads, ‘Table for Cara. All others, stay the blazes away!’ is indeed intended for me,” she observed, eyes widening as she realized that the table also came adorned with a dew glistened bouquet of scarlet red roses; one whose tag also came emblazoned with her moniker.

     “Ian,” she breathed, taking a seat at the table and inhaling the scent of her rich floral gift.

     Turning her attention to the stage before her, Cara felt a tingle of excitement as she saw a familiar face on stage.

     Familiar—and strangely ethereal.

     Once again seizing the spotlight as he stepped center stage, Ian McGovern took a deep bow to acknowledge the cheers of the crowd assembled to see his show that evening.

    
Yet he
reserved his trademark white toothed smile for the lady at the front table; one who returned his beam as she settled back to enjoy his performance.

     Only she didn’t stay settled for long. With Ian’s
encouragement,
she stood up and danced, losing herself in the sweet rhythm of his song as she swayed her body back and forth.

     Raising her arms high above her head, Cara felt both graceful and free as she danced to the tune of Ian’s signature songs; her hips swinging and her skirt twirling as she finally felt free to embrace her passion for her favorite hard rock music.

     And, for that matter, for the man who performed this music.

     She thrilled particularly at one point when Ian—dressed tonight in a long sleek leather coat and matching
skin-tight
pants, his long golden hair flowing free and unbound down his back—announced that his next song would be an original composition; one dedicated to the lady who had taught him the art of
composition
.

     “Cara,” he announced her name to everyone, adding as he made a broad gesture in her direction, “This is for you.”

     Standing stock still at the center of the floor, Cara
reveled
in the opening notes of a beautiful rock ballad; one that seemed more like a tribute to a lover than an ode to a trusted teacher.

     Closing her eyes tight, she focused on the
loving
and deeply felt lyrics conveyed in the chorus of this lovely tune; words that spoke of a deep and unexpected bond between people who hailed from two different worlds--a friendship and partnership that just might blossom into something far more meaningful.

     The significant meaning underlying these lyrics shone
brilliantly
through the deep melodic voice and
scintillating
guitar riffs of the man who performed them. And when he raised his metallic scarlet red
axe
to launch into a rocking guitar solo, his long silky hair flipping like a banner above his sculpted head, she found herself moving as if in a dream to the front of the stage.

     From this vantage
point,
she could bask in the vision of his peerless beauty, made all the more resplendent by the bright glow of stage lights and by the tempting rhythms of the romantic dirge that flowed forth from his scarlet instrument.

     Suddenly the music ended; yet somehow she knew deep in her heart that the night had just begun.

     “OK Folks, well that’s the show for tonight. I hope you enjoyed it,” he paused here, adding as he reached his hand out to a smiling,
waiting
Cara, “Wherever the rest of your night takes you, I hope that my music will supply you with the soundtrack for one hell of an enchanting evening. And just know that my lady friend here and I will be joining you in this sure to be
invigorating
experience.”

     Within
moments,
Cara found herself ensconced in
a low
lit backstage area that seemed like something out of a dream.

     Adorned
with
fabrics of pure lavender velvet that lent a dreamy theatrical touch to the room’s décor, the backstage dressing room of Night Grooves served to accent and complete the mysterious aura that defined the club as a whole; as well as the man who now presided over this room like a king overseeing his court.

     “That was a great show,” she praised Ian, making her best efforts to steady her tone as she added, “I have to say it, Ian. All things considered, I am one proud teacher tonight.”

     She took in her breath as her host graced her with a stare that bespoke his
blatant
intensity; one he emphasized with the smooth flip of his long leonine hair.

     “Tonight Cara, you are not my teacher,” he released in a catlike purr. “You are a beautiful young woman in
a sinful
red dress who has come to see a show performed by her favorite rock star….”

     “Well I don’t know if I’d identify you as my favorite rock star,” Cara interrupted, charming him with a cheeky grin. “Oh don’t get me wrong, you rank right up there. But you do face some rather stiff competition from Jon Bon Jovi and certain select members of Black Veil Brides….”

     Ian grinned.

     “Hey, I’m a man who happens to love a little stiff competition,” he assured her, adding as he arched his feathered eyebrows playful in her direction, “So I guess that, to outshine the competition, I’m just going to have to seduce you.”

     Cora shrugged.

     “Well come to think of it,” she mused, “That just might put you over the edge.”

     She watched enrapt as her shameless lover unbuttoned and peeled away his long slick leather coat; revealing as he did a massive bronzed chest that he invited her to touch and explore.

     With wondering hands an excited Cara scanned the surface of his rock hard pecs and chiseled washboard abs; savoring the feel of his golden flesh as their lips touched in a
gentle,
persuasive kiss.

     Sweeping her most literally off her feet, her ardent lover set her down on the edge of
a velvety
lavender couch. Falling to his knees before her, he released her feet from her confining shoes and ran his long wet tongue up their sensitive pads;
suckling
her toes as he whispered to her of the night to come.

     “Tonight, love, I want to make all of your rock star fantasies come true,” he whispered, adding as he licked his way up her legs. “Tonight I plan to rock your world.”

     With these words he surged beneath the skirt of her red velvet dress; inclining his head upward to ensnare the border of her white cotton panties tight between his ivory white teeth.

     Dragging the panties down her legs and leaving them in
a cloudy
mass beside her feet, her rock star lover soon returned to the source of her greatest pleasure; licking open her feminine folds before gracing her with the ultimate intimate kiss.

     Sealing his
whisper soft
lips to the surface of her throbbing clit, Ian kissed and
laved
her as she gasped her excitement;
a wave of pure erotic sensation coursing her from head to toe
.

     Moving his head from side to side to intensify the sensation, Ian also rubbed the skin of her
buxom
hips with
warm,
attentive hands; the strands of his silky flaxen
hair
tickling her sensitive thighs as he continued to devour her.

     Thrusting her full hips forward to invite him farther inward, Cara reached her hands downward to stroke the lengths of this luxurious mane; reveling in the feeling of pure erotic pleasure as it threatened to consume her whole.

     Finally and with a
long last
lick, her lover
hurdled
her across the bounds of an incredible orgasm; one that made her heart pound and her pussy gush as she cried forth with pleasure.

     Wild shards of ecstasy still bathed her being moments later, as her lover joined her atop the cushions of his velvety resting place; sweeping her up in two strong arms as they collapsed together in its infinite softness.

    
Peeling the fabric of her black velvet dress from the surface of her sturdy shoulders, Ian soon exposed his lover’s body before his admiring eyes; praising in full her Rubenesque body as he worshipped her with his full soft lips; suckling her breasts and licking her nipples until they arose to rock hard nipples beneath his tender ministrations.

     “God how you excite me,” she whispered, her fingertips again running the length of his magnificent torso as continued to kiss and suckle her tender breasts. “I can’t believe that I’m here with you—that this is happening.”

     She shivered as her lover threw himself deeper into her
all-consuming
embrace; continuing to kiss and lick her breasts as his hands ran like warm water down the surface of her bare back.

     “Consider me your gift this evening,” he hissed against her skin. “A present that’s just begging to be unwrapped.”

     Eager to follow up on this particular fantasy scenario, Cara grasped the soft border of his skin tight leather pants and dragged them down the length of his long
trim
legs; revealing as he did a long hard shaft that seemed to salute her presence.

     Reaching forward with wandering hands, Cara touched and stroked the sweat glistened length of this stiff aroused cock; relishing his deep moans of ecstasy as his member hardened and lengthened beneath her fingertips.

     “Well now I’m not altogether sure what I’m doing here,” she observed, adding with a wicked grin, “but I must be doing it right.”

     Ian chuckled.

     “Now my darling,” he purred, gathering her up in two tender hands and cradling her to him, “I sense your innocence, just as I do your excitement. Am I right in assuming that you’ve never been
with
a man?”

     Cara rolled her eyes.

     “That’s right Ian. Today you have the pleasure of seeing with your very own eyes a rare and most endangered species,” she paused here, adding with a grand gesture that swept the whole of her
own
naked voluptuous body, “Take a good long gander at that rare natural wonder known as the 21-year-old virgin.”

     Her
embarrassment
dissolved moments later, as her attentive lover covered her body with his and stared deep into her eyes.

     “Relax and let me do everything,” he bid her, cupping her flushed cheeks in two tender hands as he added
on
a whisper, “Everything for your pleasure. As I said, my sweet, this is your night.”

     Proving this point moments later, Ian ran his hands down the length of her sensitive spine as she continued to explore his nubile body; grazing her fingernails down his back in a daring advance before laying a
light,
playful pat on his sculpted derriere.

     “I’ve wanted to do that since the first time I saw you on stage,” she quipped, trembling in spite of herself as her wild rocker writhed in her arms.

     “Let me show you what I’ve always wanted to do,” he growled in kind return, emulating his
on-stage
moves as his hard trim hips gyrated against her own.

     Collapsing in the
divine
softness of their
own
private trysting spot, the couple’s arms and legs soon entangled as her buxom breasts crushed his
hard massive
chest;
his long hard shaft rising to tease her feminine cleft
.

     Their lips also joined moments later in a hot binding kiss; their
tongues
entangling as he kissed her
senselessly
and ran his hands down the length of her voluptuous body, his touch seeming to memorize every inch of her as she wrapped her arms around his bulging shoulders and pulled her closer to him.

     His magical fingertips stole
between her legs
to rub and knead her sensitive clit; sending erotic shockwaves careening through her body as she thrust her body full against his.