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

Avril slipped off her black t-shirt and draped it over my bass amp, kicking off her socks at the same time. What a multitasker. She stood there in her jeans and black bra, going for her pants next when I noticed her disrobing. "Wait. Leave it," I said.

"What?" she asked, not knowing why I told her to hold on. I looked her up and down. There was something incredibly friggen sexy about a girl in jeans and a bra... like a walk of shame thing... getting dressed after getting railed.

"You just look so sexy right now Av. I just wanted to take a mental picture." She smiled at me, standing up straight, brushing her hair back behind her as it was half in front of her shoulders. Her hands crept up her back, unhooking her bra. The black breast retainer slipped down off her arms allowing her small breasts to hang down. They were firm and gorgeous, reminding me of a high school girl's tits. I wasn't a breast man, so Avril's smaller fun bags were perfect to satisfy my tastes.

"Is this better... or worse?" she asked, a smile spreading across her face.

"God you look so fucking hot." I just stared at her, gawking at her perfect little body. She was so tight and toned. "I should take a picture of this."

"You already have one." Avril smiled as she took off her jeans next, looking me in the eye as she unbuttoned them, pushing them down her thighs and then stepping out of them, now only covered by her black panties. I stared at her, drinking in the image of her beautiful body. My cock stirred in my shorts, awoken by the arousing image before me. Avril winked and gave me a dirty smile as she reached into her bag, pulling out a little light grey tanktop. It was a skimpy spaghetti strapped one, probably allowing me to see a decent amount of cleavage. She then picked up her jeans and shook them, straightening them out, finally draping them over her shirt on top of my amp.

"You don't need to wear the shirt."

"I know... Your mom and all..." Guh. As I crawled into bed, Avril's cell phone rang. She sighed and picked it up out of her purse, looking at the number on the screen. "Evan," she said to me. "Yeah Ev. ... What is it?? ... ...You're fuckin kidding me," she said, annoyed. "... ...Well what are we going to do? ... I don't want to cancel anything. ... ...It's a fuckin pain in the ass, that's why." Whenever Avril was pissed off, her Canadian accent became more apparent. She looked angry as she held the phone to her head, sighing and looking up at the ceiling. She looked over at me as she heard the bad news, closing her eyes from the stress of whatever Evan was telling her. Avril quickly looked up at me. "Ev, I think that I know someone. ... ...Yeah him. ... Well do you have any better suggestions?? ... Ev I'm not getting into this right now. ...No. ... No I won't have this conversation with you again. ... ... Okay fine. Goodnight."

"What is it?" I asked her. She went from annoyed to confused to annoyed again.

"Charlie broke his arm." Charlie was their bassist. "He was drunk and trying to skateboard in the hallway at the hotel."

"That sucks. Is he okay?" I asked her, getting under the covers. Avril fiddled with her phone and then looked around in her purse.

"Yeah he's fine. He just can't play." Avril seemed wide awake now, frustrated from the bad news.

"Well aren't you going on tour again?"

"Yeah. So we need to find someone to fill in."

"Well, you have his tech right?" Normally if the musician got hurt or couldn't play, the band ether hired someone else to fill in or had the guy's guitar tech fill in, assuming they went on with the show.

"Yeah, we do. But would you want the gig?" she asked me as she moved over to the bed.

"...Whaaat?" I asked, thinking I didn't hear her right.

"Do you wanna fill in on bass for me when he's hurt. It's only a handful of shows... less than the last tour. I was in shock and disbelief. Avril sat down next to me on the bed on top of the covers. I couldn't help but glance at her bare thighs right next to me. "Up here Matt," she said seriously.

"Sorry." Busted! "Av... I..." I wanted to say yes, but I was so stunned I couldn't talk.

"Oh please say yes. It'd be so much fun to have you out with me again. I know you can play. My songs aren't exactly the hardest." She looked at me with puppy dog eyes, trying to influence me with her cuteness. She wasn't as adorable as Larisa when she pouted, but it worked nonetheless.

"Yes. ...Yes I'll do it." Av pulled me up to a sitting position.

"Oh thank you! Thank you, thank you!" she cried out excitedly, throwing her arms around my shoulders. "This is going to be so much fun." Avril was right. It was a blast to hang out with her on the road last time. To be able to play every night with her would be killer. School didn't even pop into my head when I accepted the offer, even though the dates would probably interfere with exams and graduation. I heard what she said towards the end of her short conversation with Evan. I assumed he thought she would recommend me and that they were talking about me. I'm sure that douchebag was thrilled, being we didn't care for each other. I didn't even want to bring it up with the chance that it would upset Avril. It was late, we were tired, and we were about to go to bed. "Look, we'll go over everything tomorrow? And we'll go over the songs and stuff. Okay?"

"That's fine." I was still held captive by surprise from her offer. It wasn't every day that something like this happened to me, although the good things seemed to roll in my direction more often whenever she was around.

"Let's just go to sleep," said Avril as she crawled underneath the most comfortable blanket in the world. She leaned up and shut off the lamp, then draped her arm over my chest, snuggling up against me. I pulled her close to me, feeling her breath on my bare chest. Our legs became tangled as we tried to warm ourselves from the breeze from the open window.

"Thanks Av. This is incredible," I said softly.

"You're welcome Matt." She closed her eyes and tried to go to sleep, the task a little harder now after the commotion. I ran my fingers through her hair, brushing it behind her back, and then I cupped her upper arm right below her shoulder. I ran my thumb back and forth over her skin trying to relax the two of us.

"Hey. Gimme kiss," I joked.

"Silly me," Avril smiled, her eyes still closed. She opened them and scooted up, the two of us sharing a nice slow open mouth kiss. I pulled her against me, applying pressure to her arm. Her hand came up to my face, her black colored fingertips resting gently on my cheek and chin. Avril was Heaven to kiss, her lips so soft and warm, her tongue so gentle, and her touch so loving. "Mmm," she cooed as we broke the kiss. "Goodnight Matt. Love you," she said. Again, we loved one another as friends. It wasn't like Larisa and me.

"Night. Love." We closed our eyes, trying to fall asleep. Her soft warm body felt great against me. It was amazing to be able to hold someone again as I slept. It made the night easier. It was also nice to hold a friend like her, not only because she was going to make me rich and famous, but because she liked rough sex and was a dirty little slut with me sometimes. Nah. I'm just kidding. Well, not really, but that's not the main reason. Avril was a good friend and I enjoyed being with her. She made me happy and took my mind off a lot of things that had been bothering me.

"Matt," she whispered, breaking the silence and interrupting my silent thoughts. "This blanket is so fucking comfortable." Yeah. How are you.

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The next morning I awoke to the touch of Avril's hand on my bare chest. She lied next to me, her head against my shoulder. Her eyes were closed as her fingers lazily scratched my abdomen. The nice relaxing sensation gently awoke me from my slumber. "You up?" I mumbled to her, still half asleep.

"Mmhm." From the monotone sound of her voice, I could tell that Avril was still sleepy herself, probably getting up only a few minutes before me.

"Morning hun," I said softly as I blinked a couple times, trying to force the tiredness out of my body. I crunched up as much as I could, being she was resting on me, trying to see the alarm clock on my dresser. It was early, about ten in the morning.

"What time is it?" she asked me, still scratching my tummy. Now I knew why dogs liked their bellies scratched. It felt kind of nice. I almost wanted to roll around a little. ...Maybe hump something... maul a kid.

"It's tenish. Do you wanna sleep in?" I asked her, playing with her hair as I closed my eyes again, only wanting to have sex or go back to sleep. I pushed my fingers through her long blonde hair, using my hand as a comb. Her hair was pretty silky and all that good stuff. There hasn't been a shampoo commercial on TV in a little while, so I don't recall the proper adjectives.

"Mmm, I'd love to sleep in. We should probably get to work with the music though," she said. She looked like she had no intention of getting out of bed. Avril remained there like a bump on my log. Oh! ZING! Watch out now! Ah hAAA! ... ... It felt nice to have someone in my arms. It had been too long since someone I cared about slept with me. I mean Val was a friend and all, but didn't mean what Avril meant to me... and Avril didn't mean what Larisa did to me. Even still, it was nice to have her in my arms and feel her against me.

"Let's get up then," I groaned, still exhausted. I didn't want to disappoint her or her band. I also didn't want to look like a fool in front of my school, being she was playing there in a few days. I sat up, pushing her off me. "C'mon. Get up sleepyhead," I said as I shook her.

"I'm up, I'm up," she mumbled. I climbed over Avril and went to my computer to check any emails or IMs that came during the night, finding none. Avril finally sat up, her grey tanktop hanging off her shoulder, pulled to the left from her tossing and turning. As she stood up, I came up behind her, slowly wrapping my arms around her waist. My cheek pressed against the side of her head as I whispered good morning into her ear. She turned around and kissed me softly on the lips, filling my face with her sub par morning breath, and then pulled me against her for a short tight hug. I could feel her little perky breasts push against my chest as she locked her arms around my upper back. I slowly inched my hands down her waist to her thighs, my fingers creeping to her ass. I knew it would be all right to touch her butt, being we had done so much sexual stuff, so I did just that. I palmed both cheeks and gave them a little squeeze pushing them up towards me. "Hehe," she mumbled. "I'm gonna go shower."

"Okay." I would have joined her, or at least offered to, but my mom was home and I didn't want to have to deal with that situation. I would either get nagged or yelled at and I didn't need that in front of Avril.

Avril showered and then I took one after her, hurrying because of the lack of hot water. Most of that Saturday was spent practicing playing along to her CDs. Using the guitar sheet music, I was able to get a fundamental understanding of the chord progression, plus whatever I could remember from hours of listening to her music. She also lent a hand, telling me at that certain parts they take a longer pause or whatnot. I did pretty well to say the least. I took her out to dinner that night and she slept over once more, then went back to New York City to join Evan and the rest of her band who had just flown in.

The two of us didn't have sex or even give one another oral. The most we did was makeout and grope a little, fondling as we cuddled in bed. I wasn't disappointed even though I would have liked a nice hummer or handjob. Avril didn't even ask to see my newly improved penis. I had drunkenly explained the exercises over the phone to her late one night. I figured maybe because she didn't see my pipe, it didn't jog her memory... in addition to the fact that we barely fooled around. I'm sure if she sucked it, she would have noticed and praised it.

As for the festival at school, the plan was that I would receive a call from her early that day and she would pick me up at my dorm. I would use all Charlie's equipment so I wouldn't need to bring any of my gear to school with me. The festival was on a Saturday and her small tour of the Chicago to New York area would start the following week. It was actually more of a Midwest tour... Chicago, Ohio, Illinois, Michigan, Pennsylvania, etc. I would definitely need to start moving my belongings out from my dorm room before that and then have my parents or friends deal with whatever else was left.

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The Saturday of my big debut on the bass guitar, I woke up early, nervous about performing in front of the whole school and other random people who would show up. There were a couple thousand students at least who would check it out. The great thing about it was that anyone who didn't believe me about my friendship with her or my winter break activities would get to see I was telling the truth. The egg will be on their faces, as some might say.



I was practicing playing along with Avril's CD when my cell phone rang. I had brought my bass back to school with me, a wise decision as it would allow me to fine tune my skills. "Hello? ...Hey you. ... Yeah I'm all set. ... ...Okay, I'll be down in a few." I hung up with Avril, feeling the nervousness now in the pit of my stomach. It hit me harder from hearing her voice, like a quick ball tap. She would be at my building in about ten minutes to take me over to the area of the campus where the concert would be held. We would hang out backstage and go over some last minute details and all that shit.

I decided to wear my beige cargo shorts and Metallica flaming skull t-shirt. The reason I started playing music was because of a Metallica concert DVD. I saw the bassist Jason Newsted rocking out and thought, 'I want to do that!' I went out, bought a bass and an amp, then saw the same shirt he wore during that concert in a store. It became my official Metallica concert shirt, being worn every time I saw them live. I figured it'd be a nice little tribute to him.

I waited downstairs in front of the dorm for the black SUV to pull up for me. Avril was inside and greeted me with an open mouthed kiss hello. She asked me if I was nervous and all and I lied saying no. She told me not to worry and that I'll probably have my female friends throwing themselves at me after this. I hadn't told anyone except Peter that I'd be playing with her onstage. That shocking sight would be something, or at least I think it would be if I was one of the people watching.

The rest of the band and I hung around for a few hours backstage, waiting for the other bands to perform. It was cool and exciting. Charlie talked to me, going over a few things like equipment changes and stuff like that, all technical things. Evan was still an ass, but he was with his girlfriend. She decided to come along. She was kind of hot. I could see Avril was a little jealous and pissed off she was there with him. She didn't make it known to Evan or me, but I could see her feelings show through after the talk we had in the hotel room back in January.

A few minutes before the show, I was finishing warming up, playing a little bit in the trailer. As it came time to perform, I was behind the makeshift traveling stage jumping up and down, psyching myself up. Avril came up to me assuring me I'd be fine and then gave me a kiss. As the warm up music started, I was no longer nervous. I was in the zone, imagining myself as my inspiration for making music. I began to act like him, warming up like him, becoming him. We all ran out on stage jumping right into the opening song. I didn't even look at the crowd at first as I was playing. I wanted to get adjusted to my new task without getting scared. I played along almost flawlessly, head banging to the faster song as much as I could without seeming like a nut.

Finally, I looked up, seeing a sea of people in front of me. A few thousand people were watching the five of us. Some people were rocking out to the music we were playing and some stood there just watching. Some people didn't even look like they cared. I began to get more comfortable in stage, walking around and interacting with the crowd as the band played on. Focusing on the three hot blonde girls in the very front made me get into the whole rock star thing. They sang along, feeding me back the energy I was sending out. They love me! They really love me!

As the song ended, I walked offstage to change basses... the next song requiring a different tuning. "How are you doing ______ University!!!!!" Avril screamed out into the microphone. She looked hot as balls. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a blue t-shirt, the same shirt she wore the first night of her last tour, where I railed her like a cheap hooker after. The people went nuts, mostly girls, and then some guys who could have been gay. If they weren't, then they were cheering because they thought she was hot. After all, not that many guys really dig her music and are straight... well except for me. Well that joke worked out well. Excuse me while I put it into a garbage bag and throw it in a dumpster behind a planned parenthood with the rest of the abortions.

Avril went into her little speech saying how great it was to see everyone having a good time and how much she liked New Jersey. What she said next took me by surprise. "I have a very special surprise for you guys. Some of you out there might not recognize the guy over to my right, and some of you might," she said as she looked over at me as I walked around the side of the stage with my bass, ready for the next song. "Not only is he a great and close friend of mine, but he is a student here! Let's give it up for Matt Bigdick!! Yeaah!!!!!!" Obviously Bigdick isn't my last name, but it should be. The crowd went crazy as I put my arm up and waved to everybody. I'm sure half of them didn't care who I was and most of them didn't even know me or haven't even seen me before. I didn't care. I was living it up.

Avril counted off the next song and we resumed the set. We played a few more songs and then she introduced the rest of her band. We finished the set, playing about ten songs total. It was quite an experience to say the least. Playing more than a song in front of thousands of my schoolmates was a fucking rush. The crowd, the cheers, the flashing lights and effects... it was all incredible. At the end of the set I threw out guitar picks and waved to everyone. It was one of the greatest experiences I had had up to that point and would probably top most of the ones to come.

As soon as the show ended, we all ran offstage so that the road crew could start to dissemble the structure and pack up all the gear. The band went off to the trailer as Avril pulled me aside. "How was it?" I had the hugest smile on my face, totally pumped up and excited.

"Oh God. Av... Shit man. That was awesome!" She laughed at me as I was being so thrilled and goofy.

"You're adorable," she said as she took a swig of water, then handed me the bottle. "Do you want to come back to the hotel with me?" she asked. "Maybe we can celebrate or something," she said, taking a step closer to me.

"Well, wha'd you have in mind?" Avril looked up at me, smiling, all sweaty and exhausted looking. She reached forward a little, tugging at my shirt by my stomach.

"I thought I'd let you have me," she said as she looked down, a sexy grin spreading across her face, and then looking back up at me. "...However you want."

"Well, don't I get groupies too?" I asked, probably killing the mood.