She had long blonde hair, a cute figure, and perfect skin. The guys in the band were only too hap...

She had long blonde hair, a cute figure, and perfect skin. The guys in the band were only too happy to meet her. Her name was Amber Lynne, which meant even her name kicked my name’s ass. When she played though, it was barely passable. She had to stop and restart twice. The band asked us to wait outside while they discussed what they’d seen. Maybe that meant I still had a shot. The four of us stood outside, the two stoner guys shared a joint and Amber lit a cigarette, occasionally giving me a cold look out of the corner of her eye. I leaned against the door to the bar. I could just make out what the guys were saying.

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1	"-don’t care, she bit…hard. You know Monica was the best." It was Justin!

"And I don’t care about your pity friend’s playing when her face looks like road rash. Amber’s hot, Monica’s not." There was a pause after that.

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    "No, Dude. Sorry, but I have to agree with him. I vote Amber too."

        "Me too."

"God, you guys can be real dicks sometimes. I’m going to call her in first. Maybe I can explain or something. Shit." I heard the sound of footsteps approaching the door and I moved back a few feet before I was caught listening in. The door cracked open. "Hey, Monica, you come in first."

"Um, okay." I said, barely loud enough to be heard. I felt awful. Justin and I took a seat at a table at the back of the bar. The rest of the band pretended to check their instruments.

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"Look…" Justin began. I could see it was difficult for him, he felt badly about what had happened. The least I could do was make it easier on him.

"I didn’t get the part, s’okay. I knew Amber would as soon as she walked in." Justin told me the band had voted for Amber, but he said my playing was definitely the best. I let my hair fall in front of my face and told him I’d see him in class on Monday. He asked if I wanted to get lunch afterwards, I told him yes. It was a nice gesture, a consolation prize to help mollify the pain. I kept it together until I got to my car. I was sobbing as I pulled away from the bar. I didn’t know what to do and I kept crying harder and harder. I couldn’t even see the road. I pulled into a parking lot somewhere in town and cut the engine. I just cried until I was done. Then I got out of the car and decided I might as well walk around. I didn’t come in too often and I needed something to take my mind off of things. As I walked down the sidewalk, I looked in the window of the store I was passing and saw a bunch of old, Asian looking stuff inside. I decided to check it out.

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The store was filled with all kinds of antiques, Chinese looking stuff that seemed like it should be in a museum. "Hey there!" I heard a voice call from the upper floor at the back of the store. It was a cute guy, he looked like he ran the store. "Can I help you with anything?" I told him no. I don’t know how he knew, but he asked me why I was so sad. Before I knew it, I was explaining everything that had just happened to him. I told him about Justin, about his band, trying out, and Amber showing up. He was a really good listener. He asked me if I had told Justin that I liked him. I said no, of course not. He asked why. I told him I was too ugly. Justin would never go for someone like me. He was about to say something when this beautiful girl walked into the store.

"God," I thought, "this day hates me."

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He and the girl chatted for a minute. They looked excited to see each other, probably deeply in love. Then the guy, I swear, caught me giving the girl a glance. A few seconds later, he and the girl came by and he introduced the two of us. Her name was Amanda, I told her mine was Monica. He asked if we’d talk for a second while he went in the back. The guy said he had something I’d like in the back of the store, but it might take him a minute to find it. After he left, his girlfriend started talking to me. She was sweet too, but not as syrupy as the guy; she had a little bit of attitude. Her name was Amanda, and she was basically who I wished I could’ve been. Hot, smart, and with a great guy.

"Hey, you were saying your skin bothered you. Try this." I looked up and saw the guy had come back. In his hands was a small wooden box. I took it from him.

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1	"What is it?" The box looked like it was filled with black leaves or something.

"Blue Lotus Tea Leaves. Blue Lotus Tea is really rare. I’m pretty sure we’re the only store that has any. It’s supposed to help promote growth, balance your energy, flush out toxins- basically make your body super healthy. I think it’ll help your skin." I told him it was nice of him, but I didn’t think anything would help. I’d tried every brand, every medication, every wipe, rinse, or cream that you could buy. Nothing had helped. "Well, at least you won’t be disappointed if it doesn’t work and you get tea out of the deal. Why not try it? What’ve you got to lose?" That was true. I bought the tea, which he sold to me for considerably less than I bet it was worth, then I got in my car. As I drove off, I saw the boy and Amanda kiss as he locked the door to the store. I must’ve shown up right at closing time.

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I boiled some tea when I got back to my apartment. I thought it would be blue or green, but the tea wound up taking on the color of clouds, a transparent bluish-grey. I sat down to watch American Idol while I drank my tea. It tasted like cotton candy and ginger, no kidding. "Oh my god! This is great!" I said out loud. I finished the tea in two more gulps and immediately brewed myself another cup. When I’d finished that cup, I felt really good. I figured it was the caffeine making me feel awake, but I was also sort of horny. Besides that, I was hungry and wound up eating two whole cans of vegetable soup. Then I masturbated again to the thought of Justin fucking me. I wound up going to bed early though. It was weird.

I woke up early too. The sun was barely up, but I felt completely re-energized. I got up and looked in the mirror. I thought my face looked better, but maybe I was just in a good mood. It was hard to tell. I was also hungry and craving my Blue Lotus Tea. I poured myself several bowls of Special K and brewed two cups of the tea. When I had finished my meal, I started on my school work and had it done by lunch time. I went out for lunch with my friend Kelsey, who I hadn’t called in a while. She said I seemed happier. I told her it was just her imagination. When I got home, I drank another cup of tea. By the time I went to bed, I had already had six cups and an equal number of orgasms.

The next morning, there was a definite change in my skin. My forehead was still bad but my cheeks were much clearer and my hair looked shiny. Needless to say, I drank a lot of tea that day as well. On Monday, maybe half of my acne had cleared up and some of the scars from it had gone away too. When I was getting dressed, my shirt got stuck on my chest as I was pulling it down. I’d never had that happen before, but I didn’t think anything about it. During class, Justin and I chatted and he said I looked nice. After that, I asked to go to the bathroom. Just that one remark had me wet and I came thinking about him eating me out. Lunch was great too, although I ate more than I wished I had, but I was always hungry now. Maybe my body needed the calories to make my skin better.

Over the next few weeks, I kept drinking the tea and picked up three more boxes from the hot, nice guy at Mr. Wong’s Curios and Antiques. He said he was glad I was feeling better and that my skin was looking great. It was true, it was almost perfect now. I’d get a small pimple every now and then, but it was usually gone by the next day. My hair had grown out really quickly too, smoother and silkier than before. By far the greatest change was what had happened to my body. Not only did my skin look great but it seemed toned. My ass felt bigger, which I wasn’t thrilled about, but it was tight and firm. I had actually learned a couple of hip hop dances for fun, now that I actually had something to shake. Even better, I’d had to go bra shopping. My boobs were popping out of their old cups. I’d moved from a small B to a large C. It felt amazing. Every morning was like a dream, I got to wake up, look in the mirror and see a model looking back at me- then I made her come at least twice.

I was talking with Justin more too, now that I wasn’t so nervous around him. He and I talked about music and jobs and about Trouble Note. They were about to get signed, he said. They had a big concert on the twentieth, record label executives were supposed to come. If they liked what they saw and heard, he figured they’d get a deal. I was happy for him and when he asked if I would, I told him I’d come to the concert. And speaking of coming, I’d thought I masturbated a lot before, but since starting on my regimen of tea around the clock, I had to come at least five or six times a day and whenever I knew I’d see Justin, bringing spare panties was a necessity.

The Friday before his concert, Justin had me come over to play keyboard so that he could practice extra for the concert. His voice sounded great and I got to learn more of the band’s songs. After that, I told him I didn’t really have clothes for a concert and I basically just had sweaters and loose t-shirts. He asked me why I never let anyone see my body, when I had such a good one. I told him I didn’t think I did. He brushed my hair behind my ear and told me I should show my face too, I was beautiful. I thought my heart would stop. He’d never said anything like that to me before. I leaned forward by instinct and before I knew what was happening, I felt him kiss me.

We went shopping at the mall after that and he helped me pick out a couple of new, more rocker-style outfits. When I couldn’t decide between two shirts, I stepped out the dressing room with just my bra on and asked him which he liked better. The stare he gave me was completely worth it. I bought the clothes and we had dinner at the food court together. After that, I told him we were going to Chique-n-Sleek, this expensive hair place. When the lady asked what I’d like done, I asked her to hand Justin a catalogue and told him to pick out whatever he wanted. I wound up getting a trim and a bright red streak that framed the right side of my face. It looked really good with my naturally dark hair. Justin drove me home and we actually made out for a few minutes. When my hand brushed his crotch, which I made seem like an accident, I felt how hard he was under his jeans. I pressed down, just a hint, and enjoyed the grunting sound he made. I went inside then, leaving him wanting more for once.

When the day Trouble Note was to play came, I made sure to be ready and look my best. I started my day with two cups of tea and a large blueberry muffin I had picked up from the bakery down the street. The rest of the day, I took care of my class assignments and got ready. I slipped on my new black bra, with the lacey frills and hot pink accents. A black thong finished my unmentionable ensemble. Next, I put on a pair of black jeans that hugged my ass, with a studded belt that screamed rocker. I pulled a hot pink tube top down over my bra and then a black, low cut, Nirvana shirt on over that, leaving an inch or two of my stomach showing. I put on just enough make-up and purple eye shadow to look good without looking like a groupie. I finished the look off with a black, plastic choker, a wrist band, and I put my hair up. But, I made sure to leave the red streak down, since Justin liked it so much. When I saw myself in the mirror it was unbelievable. "I’d fuck me." I thought to myself. The difference between my life then and what it was a few weeks ago was almost too immense to comprehend. If Justin and the band got signed, who knew what life would be like if we became serious.

I met Justin at the concert hall and he gave me a backstage pass and a ticket to the front section, where’d I’d be able to see the band play from. He looked great and I wished him luck, leaving a throaty whisper in his ear. He looked like he appreciated that. When it came time for the band to come on, everyone was on their feet as they screamed and chanted "TROUBLE NOTE! TROUBLE NOTE! TROUBLE NOTE!!"

After several minutes, Justin and the others still weren’t on stage. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Pulling it out, I saw Justin had texted me. "Problem’s come up. Meet backstage!" The text read. I slipped out and after showing security my pass, went backstage and found Justin.

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"Amber- she’s going to the hospital."

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1	"Oh my god.." I didn’t like Amber, but I hoped she was alright. "Is she okay?"

"She’ll be peachy by tomorrow. She’s so high she… damn, I don’t even know. I’ve never seen someone that high before." Considering Trevor was in the band, Amber must’ve been really, really high.

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"What are you guys going to do?!"

"Can you play? You know the songs."

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"I- I don’t know. I’ve never played them in front of anyone before. I don’t know how you’ve got the sound set up and um, I- I just- I want to… but, um-" Justin cut me off with a kiss. Then he pulled back and looked deep into my eyes with his shadowy pair.

"You‘ve got this. I’ll be right there with you." I nodded and we headed to the band. A few minutes later, we were on stage. I’d never felt anything like it. The rush of the crowd, the sound of the music. Rocking an entire stadium with Justin in front of me- It was magical. When we’d finished our set and then the encore, the crowd kept chanting for one more. We played "Token Heart, Broken Art," the same song I’d tried out with and when the final note hit, I strutted right up to Justin, in front of two thousand screaming fans, and pulled him in for the most passionate kiss I’d ever given anyone. We were signed with Good Guy Records before we left that night. I replaced Amber.

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The after party was wild, really, really wild. Before we got too tipsy, Justin and I beat it. He drove me back to my place and I invited him to come up stairs. Out of habit, I brewed two cups of Blue Lotus Tea. I gave him one and we quickly gulped the tea down. "I feel great." He sighed.

"Me too." I crooned in Justin’s ear. I stroked my hand across his crotch, feeling it stiffen at my touch. "How’s he feeling?"

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"Bedroom..." I moaned in his ear. Justin took the hint and picked me up, carrying me into my room. He laid me down and we started to undress. I pulled off my shirt and tube top as he took his shirt off as well. Then we pulled off our shoes and pants, leaving the both of us in our underwear.

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"Damn." He said as I lay on my side, posing in my bra and thong for him. I unhooked the back of my bra and let my tits fall out. I slid my thong off next. Finally, with my body completely bare except for the choker around my neck, I let my hair down, gave Justin the sexiest, most sultry look I could. Then I spread my legs, letting him see my flooded thighs. I beckoned him towards me, but when he tried to get on top of me, I pulled his boxers down. Before he knew what I was doing, I took the head of his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue around it. "Shit, Monica, that feels so good." Hearing Justin say my name like that turned me on ever more. I pulled off his cock and finally got a good look at the dick that I had thought about so many times. It was nearly eight inches long and thick enough that it got me even wetter thinking about how I would fit it in me.

I bent my head down to it again and slid my lips down around it, enjoying the feeling of Justin’s cock filling my mouth and pressing against the back of my throat. As I reached the base of his shaft, Justin moaned and I started to gag. I wasn’t stopping till I reached the very bottom. Pushing on, I finally felt his head bump against my tonsils. I cupped his balls and with my other hand took a handful of perfect ass and squeezed. I pulled back up until only his head was in my mouth, then I pushed back down to the bottom. I was learning to love the feeling of gagging, as long as it was his cock I was sucking. I went up and down faster and Justin ran his fingers through my hair, taking hold of my head. I kept bobbing up and down on him as he forced his shaft into my throat again and again.

"Fuck, Monica, I’m about to come!" He yelled. I felt Justin try to pull away, not wanting to finish in my mouth, but I wanted his cum. I wanted every drop of his load. I grabbed his ass with both hands and shoved his cock down my throat till his head was down my throat as far it would go. "I’M CUMMING!" Justin yelled and I felt his hips buck hard.

His cock pulsed inside my mouth I felt warm, salty cum plaster the back of my throat. There was hardly any point in doing so, but I swallowed it as best I could. Before I had even finished with that shot, another, even bigger rope of cum filled my throat. It was hard to breathe but I kept sucking down his load, not letting a single drop go anywhere but into my throat and then deep into my stomach. Justin dug his hands harder into my hair and his hips face fuck me hard. When I finally took what seemed like the hundredth shot of his cum, I felt his orgasm die away. Justin turned and fell onto the bed, his legs leaning off the side and resting on the ground, one of his feet on my Musical Theory textbook.

I saw Justin’s cock begin to soften, a bead of cum left on its tip. I had plans for that dick and I’d meant every last drop when I’d said it. I slipped off the bed and kneeled in front of him. I bent down, wrapped my tongue around his head again, sucking the last vestiges of his cum into my mouth. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and started pumping, enjoying the feeling of him getting hard again. "Ahh, I just came!" He yelled as I pushed him to the edge, his cock still extra sensitive. I continued on, sucking and pumping until he was as hard as a rock again.

"Now that I finally have big tits-" I said as I looked into Justin’s eyes, "I want you to fuck them." I leaned forward and wrapped my tits around his cock, creating a slick pussy for him out of my chest. They’d gotten so sensitive since I’d started drinking the tea and it felt amazing just to have him between them. I cupped my tits in my hands and pressed them around him, creating as much pressure as I could. His hips started moving his cock between them, and I bounced them up and down in time with his thrusts. It was the first time I’d ever given a boob job to someone. It was amazing to watch him fuck my tits. I bent my head down and took his head into my mouth, sucking as his hips kept bucking.

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I moved my hands up and down, bouncing my boobs up and down faster and faster as Justin thrust to match my speed. Before long, I could hear the sound of his breathing becoming shallow and fast. "Come for me, Baby." I crooned. I moved my tits as fast as I could and dipped my head down, taking as much of his cock as I could. When I felt his cock pulse, like someone taking the cap off a shaken bottle of soda, I pulled my mouth off and let him fountain onto me. His first shot ran down my hair, across my eye, and onto my chest. The second arched way over my head, landing behind me on the bed and leaving a trail of droplets all across me. The third shot hit my chin and the rest went all over my chest, coating my the tops of my tits with his cum. It felt so warm and wet and good on me. After he finished coming, Justin lay back on the bed, exhausted. While he recovered, I went to the bathroom and reluctantly cleaned my face off. I thought about wiping my chest off, but decided not to. "What the hell, I like it." I thought to myself as I looked at my big tits covered in Justin’s cum. If I liked it, why not enjoy it while it lasted?

With my face wiped off, I glanced back in the bedroom at Justin. He looked like he was mostly asleep. His big cock lay limply across his leg and his breathing was slow and deep. He needed a rest if I was going to make him keep going, so after and brushing his hair off of his forehead and giving him a small kiss, I walked into the kitchen and made two more cups of tea. That was the last I had, so as I carried the cups back to the bedroom, I made a mental note to go back by Mr. Wong’s Curios and buy some more. I found Justin basically asleep when I walked back into the bedroom, but the aroma of the tea must’ve stirred him, because his eyes fluttered open as I set the cups on the end table by the bed.

"Smells good." He said hoarsely, his throat dry unlike mine. Not that I was complaining.

"Here." I handed him one cup as he sat up, leaning against the headboard. I took the other cup and straddled his lap, letting myself sink down onto him. Even when he wasn’t hard, it felt so good to have his cock pressed against me. Just the thought that I, Monica had Justin’s cock between my legs, pressed against my pussy, was enough to get me wet again. As we sat there, sipping on our blue tea, I began grinding on him, without realizing it at first. His shaft slipped between my wet lips and slid back and forth, teasing my clit. Each movement felt better than the last. My pussy was soaking, coating Justin’s swelling cock with my cum. Eventually, we lost track of our tea, throwing the cups onto the carpeted floor. Justin had begun thrusting for real and it felt amazing to be lifted up, only to land on his hard shaft again.

"Justin…" I whispered to him as planted my hands on his chest and brought my face close to his. "I want you. Please… please, fuck me." I needed him. I needed him inside me and no one and nothing else would do. I looked into his dark eyes, feeling myself sucked into them. Then he closed them and I felt his hand on the back of my hand, his fingers in my hair, pulling me towards him. Our lips made contact and then opened for our tongues as we fell into the hardest, most sexual kiss I’d ever had. It seemed like we’d never break apart. My lips were pressed so hard against his that I thought they might bruise and we were grinding our bodies together in time, not a single inch of space between us. When everything was coated in sweat and my cum, I found the will power to break away from the kiss and lift myself up.

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Justin and I stared at the space between us. He took his cock in his hand and raised it up until the head, swollen, purple, and oozing precum, was grazing my entrance.

"Are you ready?" He asked me, looking into my eyes and stroking my cheek with his free hand.

"Yes. God, yes. I’m so ready." I sank down and felt his cock pressing in, my glistening entrance welcoming him inside me. He took his hand away from his cock after the first inch had slid into me. He put his hand on my hips and pushed me down towards his lap, forcing me to take and more of his wonderful cock. Finally, I gave up trying to take it slowly and sank down, engulfing the last four inches all at once.

"Unnh!" I moaned as I felt his cock fill me and our bodies become one. I was so tight and he was so hard that I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me. Every twitch made my cheeks feel hot and set my eyelids fluttering. I thought that this must be what heaven felt like, but then it all got even better. Justin pulled out until only half of his cock was still inside me, then he thrust back inside, slamming me down with his hands on my hips. The impact sent waves of pleasure racing through my body. I’d never felt anything like it. Even in my best fantasies, I’d never imagined Justin could make me feel this good. After that, Justin started thrusting in and out of me regularly, his cock pushing against my g-spot and every impact making my clit scream in delight.

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"Unh, Monica you’re so tight. It’s never felt this good with anyone else."

"Ohh, Justin! Yes, I’m tight for you, only you. Now, fuck me. Fuck me hard with your big dick!" Hearing me talk like that must’ve really turned him on, because the next thing I knew, I was being lifted up, completely off the bed. Justin’s dick was pressed so deep inside me that it felt like his head had to be pushing into my womb. God, I wanted his cum.

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The next thing I felt was my body bouncing up and down as Justin fucked me hard. I could hear the sound of our bodies slapping together every time I came down. The feeling was too much for me to handle. I leaned back and felt the tip of his cock drive straight into my G spot again and again. That was it. I leaned back forward and dug my hands into Justin and raked his chest with my nails. That turned him on so much that I could feel his cock swell up and pulse inside me. I felt myself tighten around him.

"God, fuck, Justin! Make me cum! Make me CUM!" My back arched and my face felt so hot. Then I felt my legs clench and my pussy went wild. "I’M CUMMING, JUSTIN! YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM!" That pushed Justin over the edge too. I felt him dig his hands into my thighs and slam his huge cock all the way into me.

"MONICA, I’m CUMMING!" He yelled. As wave after wave of pleasure rolled through my body, I suddenly felt jets of his warm cum splatter inside me and I started cumming all over again. When our orgasms finally subsided, I collapsed on top of Justin, feeling the slick sweat on our bodies mix. I ran my hands through his hair and he looked into my eyes.

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