This is from an anthology of rock and roll sex stories, so I told my story from the point of view of a girl who ends up playing in a band instead of being a groupie...

After I won the audition I was petrified the guys would figure out I'm not a "real" musician, but once we got on stage I forgot to be nervous. Picture this: I'm laying down the beat, thick and heavy with Midge pumping the kick drum, and I slowly wake up to the realization that I'm humping the bass with every note, my thighs are humming, and I'm wet. And there's Alan, creeping toward me as he solos, grinding his hips while the notes soar...

That night I had a dream. There we were, on the stage, the same pumping rhythm throbbing in the background, and Alan was taking one step after another toward me. Suddenly I was naked except for my bass, lying on my back on the top of an amp, the thud coming from it making the throbbing in my clit stronger. Alan's pointing his guitar toward me now, and the head slides in up to the nut... wait, I think, is that a guitar or his anatomy? and who named them that, anyway?... but it doesn't matter, in the dream, something is filling me up, and it feels so good, so good. My hands keep playing, thump, thump, thump, but my legs are spread wide for him and I never want it to end.