A NIGHT ALONE
A Vanja’s World story
Written by
Scott D. Harris
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The band had undergone a drastic change. The Harris parents were now living in Spain and John had left the band to pursue other interests. Thankfully, a new drummer had been found in Emily, a vibrant girl who was completely wild and untameable. Scotty Rave & the Jackers had caught the attention of a talent scout working for Rosewater Records, and they had been whisked away to a tour in England. Vanja had been sick at the time, and had been unable to join them. Now, two months later, she was all better physically but emotionally, she was torn.
Vanja sat on her bed, wearing just her underwear. She was watching the band on TV. She watched as Scotty grabbed the microphone and yelled into it. “This is a song for the girl I love, who was unable to join us. I hope you’re listening Vanja! I love you!”
Vanja smiled gently as the song began. Scotty, decked out in an extravagant black-and-purple jumpsuit rather than his old leathers and buckles, waited for a minute then began to sing.
“You’re the star, you’re the face
You got the look that I can’t erase
You look the world right in the eye
Stare ‘em down baby, make ‘em cry!
“Well I know it don’t make much sense
I’m in love with your innocence
What you got, what I need
You took my breath, now let me breathe
What you got, what I need
I follow, where you lead!
“You make me wanna – WOO-HOO-HOO!
Yeah, you know you make me wanna – WOO-HOO-HOO!
Oh, you make me wanna – WOO-HOO-HOO!
Yeah, I think I gotta – WOO-HOO-HOO!”
Vanja blushed slightly. Even though nobody could see her, it was embarrassing to hear the song, but it made her grin anyway.
“You’re the bomb, I’m the fuse
Light me up and turn my loose
You shake me up when you walk by
My heart is beatin’ and my mouth is dry!”
It was at this point that Vanja began to miss his embraces, the way he would make love to her. It always left a feeling of ecstasy even long after they were finished. As she saw his image flash on the screen and his voice scream those lyrics of his own creation, Vanja could not step herself from moving her hands under her bra and massaging her breasts. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, opening her mouth in a delighted gasp. She imagined her lover teasing her, and as such her hands moved unconsciously, using his firm, yet loving touch on her ample chest.
“You make me wanna – WOO-HOO-HOO!
Yeah, you know you make me wanna – WOO-HOO-HOO!
Oh, you make me wanna – WOO-HOO-HOO!
Yeah, I think I gotta – WOO-HOO-HOO!”
In her mind’s eye, Scotty was there with her, kissing her from her lips to her breasts, as his hands caressed her body, massaging her flesh sensually. Vanja felt the area between her legs begin to grow wet. She slipped the index and middle fingers of her right hand under her knickers and began to press her pink treasure, softly at first, then harder. Her whole body writhed with pleasure and she let out soft gasps all the while.
“Oh…Scotty!” she cried as she hit her climax. The sweet-smelling, sticky juice stuck to her thighs and the bed sheets. Oh it was bliss, bliss and heaven combined, oh how wonderful she was. How wonderful he was to. As the pleasure rippled through her, Vanja whimpered.
When the feeling passed, it was because the concert was over. Scotty and his friends had disappeared from the screen. The channel had shut off for the night. Vanja felt soft tears roll down her cheeks. She whispered under her breath.
“Come back to me…”
The End