Good Boy: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

"Fucking... A..." Avril panted. "That's what I need every night," she struggled to get out in one breath. She tried to roll over to face me and then looked at me as she rested on top of me. She sloppily pressed her mouth over mine, off target a little as she half-kissed my cheek and lips, her tongue licking the area. We lied there for a few minutes resting as she gathered the energy to walk to the shower. I held her close to me... tight. Any lack of tenderness from the fuck session was made up for as I held her. My fingers combed her long blonde messy hair as I closed my eyes. I breathed in and out, my gasps for air becoming softer and steadier as the time flew by. As unfair as it was to her, I briefly thought of Larisa, being I used to hold her in my arms just like I was doing with Avril.

Avril's right cheek lied flat against my shoulder as she gently stroked the side of my abdomen with her right hand. Her black tipped fingers crept under my shirt and her nails teased me as they softly scratched and massaged me. It felt good to A have sex with someone and B have this little quiet time after. I missed being with a woman almost as much as I missed spanking it. Or vice versa. My eyes memorized the look on her face as I gazed at her for I don't know how long. Avril was sweaty and smelled like cigarettes and perspiration. Her dark eye makeup was smudged and ran down her face a little. Her hair was a mess. She looked incredibly beautiful and I would have loved to hold her forever just as she was.

Out of habit, I started to caress her cheek with my fingers as she wrapped her arms around me tighter, fully hugging me. I liked to cuddle after sex. That didn't make me a bad person... even if she didn't want any attachment. My lips pressed against the top of Avril's head as she closed her eyes as well. We could have both fallen asleep where we lied. She would have looked a little weird with her pants pulled down around her knees.

Avril looked back at me and our lips found their way to one another's time and time again. We softly kissed each other as she held onto me. Brushing her hair back behind her ear and off of our faces, I felt at home again... as far as physical contact with a woman was concerned. Avril couldn't help but smile as we shared a few more close moments with each other, both knowing full well that this was breaking the original terms of our relationship. Day one and we broke the rules. Even though I acted as if this were Larisa, I didn't pretend Avril was her. Unfortunately and finally, she got off me and headed into her shower area as I just remained still on the couch, the open end of the condom wrapped around my cock head, my load of cum weighing down the other end as it hung over, resting against my pocket.

'Life on the road... much harder than I expected,' I thought, as a giant smile crept across my face. Then I though about how bad I needed to shower, having been in a weak ass mosh pit and then swappin fluids with Avril Lavigne. I bet you can't figure out where this is heading...

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About five minutes after Avril went into her shower, I made a bold move and stripped off my sweaty clothes figuring I'd take a shower as well. I did have a sweatshirt I left in her dressing room because I didn't need it during the show. After all, sweaty pants wasn't as bad as sweaty pants and a sweaty shirt. I opened the door to the bathroom area to find Avril naked in the shower stall, oblivious to the fact that I came in. There was no curtain to give her any privacy, but I guess she didn't care, being the only girl in the band. I stood behind her for a few seconds, watching the steaming hot water cascade down her torso, beads of water rolling down the small of her back, finally down over her firm ass cheeks. Her body was incredibly toned. She was skinny, but not just all bones, making her sexier. Avril had some meat on her, however, not very much at all. She tilted her head sideways as she soaped up her breasts and stomach.

She couldn't hear me as I watched her during her private moment. My dick stirred as I watched her voyeur style, my eyes soaking in every inch of her body. Avril reached to the side and placed her hand on the railing in the shower stall. Gripping onto it, she spread her left further apart and lowered herself some, squatting down a few inches. As I watched her doing some kind of ballerina shit, I saw she began peeing over the drain of the shower. A thin and almost unnoticeable stream of light yellow liquid fell from between her legs. You would have missed it if you were half assed looking. She sighed as she squirted the last bit out of her, relieved to finally let it out. I sighed because I thought it was sexy, in fact touching myself a little as she went, oblivious to my presence.

As I looked down her thin legs, I got to her feet, bare against the shower floor. *Cringe* I got woozy as I watched her stand barefoot on the germ ridden tiled floor. I'm just kidding. I had to be barefoot as well. Who would have thought to bring flip flops. Mustering up the courage to take my first step into the dirty skievy shower room floor, I thought, 'It's Avril. Don't be a puss. Just do it. BE SOMEBODY!' I walked up behind her and slowly ran my hands over her hips, holding her in place.

"Who the...?!" she yelled angrily and loudly as she turned around, however incredibly relieved to see it was only me. "Matt, you scared me," she said as she let me continue to hold her.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

"How long were..." she started, worried that I saw her make peeshee in the shower. Taking a chance that I missed it, she stopped herself mid sentence. "What are you doing here?" she said as she leaned her head down, letting the hot water give her hair an extra final rinse. I took a half step closer, my groin pressing against the top of her ass, as she was a good couple inches shorter than me.

"You looked so spectacularly sexy that I couldn't control myself." I heard her coo as a smile formed on her mouth. "That and I was pretty sweaty from the events tonight."

"Haha. You know how to talk your way into a girl's pants all right." I moved my hand down to right above her slit, resting my wet fingers on the very top of her pussy. "Mmmm Matt. Baby I'd love to... so badly. I need to go out and sign stuff. The guys will be pissed if I take too long." Not liking her choice of words, I lightly pressed my lips to the right side of her head, just under her ear. My hand crawled down an inch, now fully on her pussy. I spread her still swollen outer lips with my pointer and ring fingers, rubbing the middle finger up and down her slit. "Oooohhooo... Matt..." she started to moan as she fell back into my arms, leaning into me.

"You sure sweetheart? I'll be quick," I whispered into her ear.

"I... mmm. I won't let you stop if you start." I could tell Avril wanted it bad. Her voice and body language screamed for it.

"All right," I whispered into her ear as our wet cheeks pressed against each other, my stubble scratching her face. I could feel the steam in the shower weigh me down. It was like a wall of humidity... like gravity had doubled and pushed me down. At least I could turn the cold water on when she left and bring it back to bearable. "...I understand. It's your job," I continued as I ran my middle finger down over her bald shaved pussy, pushing it down in the crevice between her lips. I could feel her wobble on her feet, still feeling the results of her performance, as well as her post performance. "I was just trying to impress my boss the first day on the job."

Avril leaned back, supporting herself against my chest. She was so small in my arms, making me feel so powerful, like a big man bear. And NO, I don't mean that in a gay way. In the mo community, big hairy gay men are called bears. "God, Riss was so lucky to land you," she whispered. "Oh... oh no. Matt, I..." she said as she turned around and looked up at me. She didn't mean to bring her up, but it was one of those reflexes where she just wasn't thinking before speaking.

"Hey, it's okay," I whispered back. "I know," I assured her, realizing it was a slip of the tongue. "Look, why don't you get finish up and go sign some stuff," I suggested. She looked at me, still feeling bad about her comment. The expression on Avril's face was so worrisome. "Av, baby. Don't even. You finish up and I'll meet you on the bus okay?" I told her.

"Okay Matt," she said. I looked down at her and she up at me, both of us silent. My hands found their way to her hips, firmly but gently holding her. Avril tilted her head sideways and then took a stop closer. She leaned against my chest, the right side of her head against my left shoulder. Her arms were bent at the elbows, her forearms touching my sides. I leaned my head down against the top of her head, my hands still on her waist. The two of us stood there silence in some sort of embrace for at least two minutes, letting the warm water cover us.

"Thank you Av," I whispered, finally breaking the silence.

"Thank YOU," she replied, stressing the 'you'.

"You'd better go," I whispered again, reminding her of her duties. I didn't want that moment to end, but she had business to take care of.

"You're right." She got up on her tip toes and quickly yet softly puckered her lips and kissed me, feeling my still half swollen member push against her stomach.

"Where am I sleeping, by the way?" I had no idea where to sleep on a tour bus. I assumed I was getting a couch and just crashing on it.

"You and that big dick of yours are going to sleep in the back room with me. Got it?" she said as she wrapped her hand around my semi-erect penis, holding it gently in her hand like a microphone, giving it a little squeeze. Apparently, as I would later find out, Avril got claustrophobic in the little coffin-like bunks on the bus so she needed to have a small little bed put in for her or she'd go insane. It was located in the back in a small separate room... being a girl surrounded by guys.

"Yes ma'am." It was the only thing I could get out.

"And um... I like to cuddle. So be warned," she said in a stern way, trying to appear tough. However, it sounded like the cutest thing ever, mostly due to her sweet Canadian accent.

"Ms. Lavigne, you may frighten others, but you don't frighten me," I replied, busting her figurative balls. She leaned forward, staring into my eyes angrily, the tightness of her hand on my now fully hard manhood increasing. My cock ached in her grasp as she squeezed it hard, like she was trying to slide an ice pop out of the wrapper from the bottom. A nice cocksicle. "Now you're just being cute."

"Hmmf," she groaned as she turned around, quickly letting a final blast of water drench her body. "You just don't know the real me yet. That's all," she said quietly. She stepped aside and got out of the small shower stall that left the two of us very little room. As I stood there rinsing off, I couldn't help but wonder what famous rock stars showered in this very stall... George Clinton, Godsmack, Marilyn Manson, Slayer... My next thought... 'I hope Slayer didn't take a leak in this shower.'

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I walked out of the venue in my Godsmack hoodie and green cargo pants, now sort of dried out from hanging over the chair in the dressing room. I saw Avril outside her bus signing things like posters, CDs, and ticket stubs. She looked cute in her sweats and green parka, trying to stay warm. I thought he fingers must be cold, not wearing any gloves and all. She really didn't have any body mass to keep her warm either. There were the cool fans mixed in with the other autograph seekers, thinking I was part of the road crew. They kept calling to me telling me to come over. One of the few questions I got asked was do I have any guitar picks or drumsticks. Gary and I started to ask the roadies out by the busses, sometimes lucking out with rewards. Sometimes we would ask the band members themselves, and they would be nice enough to yell over to the roadie, e.g. the guys from Three Days Grace.

One gorgeous girl asked me for a pick or whatever I had. She had to be seventeen... blonde hair, about five foot five. She looked like a wholesome girl next door look, which I really dug in a big, big way. She seemed the nicest, asking, "Do you happen to have any extra guitar picks or anything? Could you please spare me one if you have extra?" Other kids didn't say please, so fuck them. She seemed sincere when I asked her if she was a big fan. She said yes and started telling me of her memorabilia collection. After a few minutes of chatting with her, I started to think that I had seen her here before. She said her name was Staci and frequented the concert hall often. I finally recognized her from the Shinedown concert a month of two beforehand.

"Look Staci. Today's your lucky day," I said as I pulled out pick and put it in her hand... the one person I gave something to. "From one collector to another," I added. She seemed really excited and threw her arms around me, thanking me over and over. I had like eight picks. I could give one away. Hell, I might have even gotten to see titties out of it. I didn't, but I could have.

"Look at you," said Avril, coming up behind me, taking hold of my hand. "Getting all the groupies?"

"Av, this is Staci. She's a big fan." The two of them chatted for a minute, Staci seeming just ecstatic getting to talk one-on-one with Avril. The conversation consisted of what a big fan she was, how she enjoyed the show, etc. After another minute or so, Avril said we needed to be going and we all said our goodbyes. We both boarded the bus after every fan got to get an autograph or a picture. I'm sure I was in the background of at least a few pictures. Maybe, I'd even show up on some of the forum sites that Gary and I surfed pretty regularly. That would be cool.

We got on the bus and sat down with the rest of the band in the main section. I struck up a conversation with Craig, the non douchchill guitarist, talking about equipment and things like that. Evan seemed pissed I wasn't talking to him, the guitar god. He gave me attitude but I didn't care. The rest of the guys were cool, even the bass player. I gotta admit, he looked like an assclown before he cut his frizzy blonde afro. He looked so hateable, but now having spent time with him, he seemed cool. The guys were relieved that I was somewhat a musician myself, bringing in different styles and stuff for the onboard jam sessions.

One by one, they all excused themselves and crawled into their bunks towards the center of the bus. Avril just sat there on the beige couch, curled up in a ball with her arms around her knees holding a plastic travel mug in her hand. She drank her tea as she looked out the window. She looked gorgeous, staring out the large rectangle window into space, lost in thought, not made up in makeup or her punk rock costume. Avril was the regular Avril right then, not having to be "on".

Suddenly my phone rang, interrupting the pure and honest and real vision I had of her. It was Larisa. I didn't know what to do. She hadn't contacted me since the fiasco in California. I wasn't even sure if she knew I was out there. My cell phone rang two more times before Avril looked at me, wondering why I didn't pick it up. "Not in the mood," I simply replied, even though I had a look of panic on my face. It was like it was my first phone call from a girl and I was twelve all over again. It wasn't until my third phone call from a girl that I realized I could diddle myself while hearing her voice. She shrugged her shoulders ever so slightly, then went back to daydreaming at the lights passing by us at sixty miles an hour. Avril knew exactly who was on the phone by my demeanor, but hadn't said a word about it. I hoped that Larisa would leave a message. I was curious as to what she wanted to say to me. After a few minutes, my phone beeped, letting me know I had a new voicemail.

The two of us sat there in the common area, her locked in her blank gaze out the window, recovering from the fun filled night, and me in my desperate need to see what my supposed life partner wanted. "Av?" I asked. She looked out the window for a few seconds longer before turning her head.

"Hm?" she asked.

"I'm going to go check my messages. Do you mind if I go to your room to do it?" I asked. ...Referring to her closet with a bed... after having seen it. She looked at me for a second, then cracked a half smile as she took a sip of her tea, soothing her voice.

"Sure," she said quietly, not bringing up who, what, or why. Avril was a whole other person than what I had figured or knew about. She was so live and loud... childish at times, but there was this whole other side of her I was witnessing for the first time now. She was quiet, reflective...

"Thanks," I said as I walked towards the back of the bus, running my hand through my hair. She looked back at me, giving a worried look as she continued to drink her tea before it cooled too much.

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I sat down on the bed in Avril's private bedroom. It was basically a small kid sized bed that slid into the room, lying flush against three of the four light brown walls of it. It slid in like a puzzle piece, leaving only three feet between the bed and the flimsy little door. I don't understand how this didn't make her feel claustrophobic. It was like a prison cell.

I sat down on top of her black comforter, planted on the edge of the bed. I hesitated as I looked at my phone, seeing "one new voicemail" on the display screen. I called it, listening to Larisa's message. "Hey Matt. It's me... Larisa," she said for starters. "Um, you already know that I guess." She seemed nervous. "Matt, Michelle told me what happened on New Years. She's been acting weird and I finally got her to tell me what was wrong. *sigh* Matt... Where do I start...?" She was quiet for a few seconds, forming her sentences carefully.

"It was really soo sweet of you to come to surprise me. That's like something out of a movie. ...What you saw... Nothing happened with him. He's an old friend and he hangs out with some of my friends now, and you know, we just kissed. It didn't mean anything. It's what you do on New Years Eve. You know?" Larisa seemed to speed up her talking, as if she started to get upset and needed to defend herself. "You should've told me you were coming Matt. I would have spent time with you, showed you around... just... we could have had such a good time." Surprisingly, I had never been to California before that trip. I never met a lot of her friends, her family, her mom... With school, and our summer, it just never happened.

"Matt, you told Michelle you were gonna go. She didn't know you meant go back home. You should have stayed. I wanted you to stay. Well if I knew you came I mean. *sigh again*. ... ...I called your house. I talked to your mom for a bit. She said you went on tour with Avril. How long are you going to be gone? ...Um... Matt, I'm going to England in a few days. I just found out I got cast in this movie," said Larisa, her tone getting lower. She paused as she told me, breaking up her sentences. "...I'm not going back to school next semester. I'm going to be over there for a few months. I need to come back to New York to pack up my stuff from school before I leave. I guess I just thought we could have spent some time together before..." I could hear her sigh over and over as she continued with the long message. "Um... please, please call me back okay? I'd really like to say goodbye to you some other way than a phone message. ...Sorry for the long message. I'm just kinda... Call me back when you get this okay? Have fun on tour. ...I love you. ...Bye," she said softly, sounding upset.