Starfucking #1

The Spring Fling concert is a major campus event at my small liberal arts college. So when the famous rapper we’d all been looking forward to seeing for weeks singled me out and pulled me up on stage mid-performance, it was a big deal. Dancing alongside a verified celeb in front of the entire school, I inevitably got a little drunk on my five minutes of spotlight. I decided right then and there that I was DTF (down to fuck).

But what transpired between us wasn’t the wild, disconnected sex I anticipated. To start, the dapper rapper nibbled on my toes. He followed that intimate gesture by caressing my body tenderly all over. Then he told me he could love me, and offered to pay for my college education! The next morning, he invited all my friends out to brunch.

As soon as he left town, the reality that he was twice my age, lived in Atlanta, and traveled constantly set in. When he texted a few days later, I was shocked he hadn’t forgotten me already. My ego begged me to respond. But rather than draw the whole thing out and make myself vulnerable to disappointment, I chose not to taint a precious one-night stand. Hopefully the disappointment didn’t kill him!