The Road to L.A. by Gina Buchanan Page B

someone yell Jake’s name.  The rock music began to blare, consuming the entire building and almost shaking it to its very core.  She could feel the vibrations coursing through her as the heavy music pounded with an enthralling, rhythmic beat.  She watched Jake onstage.  His hands worked at the guitar as though he had been born to do it.  She watched those strong hands intently and was thrust into a delightful fantasy.  Those hands were all over her body now, touching and lightly squeezing her supple breasts, then slowly and purposefully trailing down her stomach to explore her inner depths.  She felt his fingers push her panties to the side and gently rub her clitoris.  And then they thrust deep inside of her - hard at first, then taking on a steady pace until they were completely covered in her moistness.  Carly gasped and shook herself out of it, embarrassed by her brazen - yet titillating - thoughts.  She could feel the wetness of her panties, and her embarrassment only deepened.  She tried to focus on the music and to redirect her attention on Jake's presence on the stage.  She soon came to the realization that she now saw him in a completely different light and it jolted her to the very core.  Her awareness of him took on a whole new dimension.  And she liked it - was deeply attracted to it.  He was so impassioned as he played his music, and it caused such a stir inside of her. 
                  “Wow, the crowd’s really going wild out there,” Amanda remarked, bobbing her head to the music. 
                  "Insane," was all Aaron said.
                  “Yeah,” Carly concurred. 
    She continued to stare at him, surrounded by the lights.  The energy inside the club was all-engrossing, taking hold with such brute force that one couldn't help but feel exuberant. 
    In the middle of Jake's solo during a break in the last song, Susan appeared with her cell phone in hand.  She asked nonchalantly, “Did I miss anything?”
                  “You're, like, missing Jake’s solo right now,” Amanda answered sardonically.  She rolled her eyes in disgust.   
                  “I wasn’t asking you,” Susan snorted, scowling at the twin.
                  “Quiet, you guys,” Carly shushed them.  She didn't want to miss a single moment of her best friend's solo. 
    Susan yawned and replied in a softer tone, "Whatever, Carly.  I’m so ready to go home.”  When the song finally ended and the crowd exploded into wild applause, Carly turned to Susan.
                  “Did you even enjoy the show?”   
                  “How would she know?  She wasn’t even here for half of it,” Amanda cut in.   
    Susan haughtily turned to Amanda.  "So I get a lot of phone calls.  I can’t help it that I’m popular.  Unlike some people around here, I have a life.”
    Carly groaned and intuitively stepped between the two bickering girls, knowing full well that the remark would spark violence and Amanda would be out for Susan’s blood.  Just as expected, Amanda struggled against Carly to get at Susan.  Carly was grateful when the band members assembled backstage again, because Jake was able to sweep Susan away before Amanda could cause any damage to his frail girlfriend.
                  “She’s lucky Jake saved her,” Amanda said through clenched teeth.
    Carly and Aaron shook their heads in unison.
                  “I think they really like us,” Sid laughed as the thunderous cheers from the audience filtered backstage.  Carly could hear the crowd chanting for the band to make another appearance.  The club’s owner appeared and tried to persuade the Flaming Dogs to perform one more song.
                  “Look, those guys out there can’t seem to get enough of you,” the owner said, wiping the sweat from his glistening forehead with a handkerchief he carried