Music for My Soul
Chapter One
I slid silently into my seat in the concert hall and turned to stare at the stage. There were many emotions and thoughts running through me at the moment one of which was hope. I realized that every person in the concert hall probably felt the same as I. Everyone felt this way at large events, a combination of euphoria and apprehension sliced through the air.
He hadn't made his appearance yet, and I knew I would have to suffer through the entire preamble before getting a glimpse of David Garrett, the violin virtuoso. I sighed restlessly and squirmed in my seat. My thoughts wandered until I heard a voice.
"Wish they would get on with it already?" an accented voice said questioningly to my left.
I smiled and nodded as I turned to face him. My breath caught and whatever intelligent thing I might have said got lost in the most brilliant blue eyes I had ever seen. Not to mention his mussy blonde hair and broad shoulders that was not helping my situation in the slightest.
"I do love the way his hands move," he murmured, his French accent like a caress as he leaned in closer, "something about watching that man play..." he finally finished, musing there silently.
I swallowed hard and was about to respond when the lights in the concert hall dimmed.
Every emotion and thought was forgotten when the first taut strains of the violin washed throughout the hall. I felt myself transported, to where it was only him playing, and I was lost in the sound and emotion of it.
The concert lasted long into the evening. Filled with music of past ages combined with modern renditions.
Too soon it was over. I realized the feeling of sadness come back to fill my soul because I longed to get a closer look at the violinist. However, realizing that aside from kidnapping him it was probably not going to happen. He would have never taken an interest in a person such as I. I turned to leave my seat to slowly file out of the concert hall when the voice from earlier filled the air.
"Excuse me, darling?" The wonderful blue-eyed man from before said to me.
"Y-Yes?" Good, I had managed English, though sounding sheepish.
"I happen to have an extra backstage pass, I don't suppose...?"
At that moment I had forgotten how to use my tongue and thus, how to speak. Instead I showed overall complacence with the idea by clutching his arm and nodding vigorously, a crazed smile on my face.
His eyes widened slightly at the gesture but he chuckled. "Then let us be off."
We were gathered backstage, an overall small handful of people. I kept a tight grip on the purveyor of my good fortune, ensuring that I would be able to stand when the virtuoso did finally make his appearance. I suppose this also did ensure that any other women would shy away from him as well. I didn't even know his name but I was already planning on naming one of my children after him.
"Oh, I didn't catch your name?" I said, breathless and still mildly confused, but trying to maintain some sort of politeness.
"Balthazar." He said, giving my hand a squeeze while he winked and flashed a perfectly toothy smile. I smiled and introduced myself as well.
We both turned around quickly as the doors opened allowing the group to be ushered into a decent sized room. I suppose, it resembled closely that of a formal living room area. The furnishings were lavish throughout, with various posh looking couches and loveseats. Balthazar sat on the loveseat and I regaled my tired soul sitting beside him, my nerves and mind on fire.
And then he came in. I sat in awe and realized that I needed to breathe and not make embarrassing sounds like a pterodactyl or some other loud animal extinct or otherwise. This was my chance to gather myself, however fruitlessly, to convince David to love me, and live a life together.
~0~
David walked into the small room even though he was exhausted. He felt an overall pull towards the room; he loved and appreciated his fans. Knowing that any chance he got to make them feel special was time not wasted. His dark eyes scanned the room, the usual lot, until he saw the couple on the loveseat.
There a handsome blue-eyed man was sitting next to a petite blonde, with gray eyes and plush pink lips. Something about the two of them struck a chord in the violinist but it felt out of reach. He silently wondered if they were together, and secretly, he wondered if he could get them alone.
~0~
Balthazar saw David's gaze linger over himself and his lovely companion. He knew there was no mistaking the hungry look David had given the both of them. He slipped the musician his number as they shook hands, and an unspoken arrangement was obvious in his eyes.
Balthazar tried to stay both patient and close to his female companion as David made his rounds through the crowd. Walking slowly and indulging his fans with small talk, a handshake, a smile.
~0~
I saw that he handed a slip of what looked like paper to David. I then gave Balthazar a questioning look once his focus shifted back to me.
"Stay close to me love, and I can promise we will both have a night to remember." He winked and slid his arm around my waist.
I swallowed hard trying to steady my nerves and my seemingly addled mind. This was a dream, a hallucination by my overworked and overstimulated brain. I was not about to actually get private time with someone I had obsessed over for almost a year.
If it was true the proverbial cherry on top had his hands on my waist and his sweet accent was making unmentionable parts of me tingle...
~0~
David stared nervously at the small slip of paper and took a deep breath. Sweat had collected along his brow and he realized that he had sweaty palms. It had been far too long since he had really enjoyed anyone's company, between touring and studio recording there was simply no time. His nerves were steeled when he thought of the blue-eyed man's calloused hands, the young woman's soft pink lips, it all became too much for him. A few more deep breaths and he dialed the number in haste.
~0~
I fidgeted nervously on the black plush leather sofa, watching as Balthazar murmured soft French into his phone to David. Again I felt the need to almost pinch myself or pour ice cold water upon my entire body. This wasn't the kind of thing that happened to girls like me. In fact, nothing interesting happened to anyone like me.
We were doomed to spend our days pining away for men like the two I was about to spend some quality time with. I should be at home staring at my fan girl posters of David, not sitting on an expensive leather sofa in a beautiful condominium losing my mind over a seriously sexy Frenchman.
~0~
David stood staring at the door, hand poised to knock, anxiety and fear overwhelming him. He was beyond anxious at this point in time. This had caused every suave thing he could think of to say to disappear when the door opened. He was met with beautiful blue eyes and a pleasant smile.
Balthazar smiled, and stepped back gesturing for him to come in. "You look like you could use a drink?"
David smiled and nodded, catching his breath again as the petite blonde offered him a glass. Not caring what it was filled with he tossed it back and let the warmth calm the butterflies in his stomach. He noticed she seemed nervous as well, so he gave her a playful nudge. "You know, I don't bite... much." He murmured as he winked at her.
~0~
I felt a hot blush spread across my face, much to the amusement of my two companions. I could also feel the lust pool in my stomach.
I watched as Balthazar slid his arm around David's waist, his eyes never leaving mine. I wondered what they had felt like. A startled gasp escaped me as David pulled me roughly to him, his mouth devouring mine hungrily. His kisses were more heated and eager than I could ever imagine. They were soft and gentle, deliciously light but becoming heated.
I moaned as his tongue danced with mine, enjoying the sweet taste of him, the feel of him. We barely broke our kiss when Balthazar leaned in and brushed his lips to David's.
I whimpered as their kiss deepened, feeling like my knees might just give out at the sight of it.
Before my brain caught up with my body we were making our way through the house. Through our wanderings we had left a trail of clothes and heated kisses in our wake. My mind realized in the haze of euphoria that I had ended up in a bedroom. A bedroom with a lavish king-sized bed with black-satin sheets.
We all collapsed, breathlessly and quite naked onto the aforementioned bed.
~0~
David had taken to caressing my anxious and tense shoulders. He began to explore every aspect of my body, nipping at my ear and moving down my neck. He then mouthed over my pert breasts and began to move tantalizingly lower. Then his fingers moved, landing extremely close to my tingling wetness. I gasped openly when I felt his mouth caressing my slick folds. His tongue and finger working on my clitoris. I gasped again and reacted to the euphoria by fingering my hands through his hair pulling roughly. My hips now eager to meet his mouth.
"So eager for me." he said chuckling.
I had long ago forgotten about my other companion who was now eagerly touching himself to the sight of us.
I beckoned for him to come closer which in my current condition came out as a strangled moan. He then watched as I brought his length closer to my mouth. I then tongued him eagerly, licking along his considerable length. I swirled my tongue along the head and then began to suck. He smiled appreciatively as he closed his eyes. It did not take long until he moaned my name as he spilled his seed into my eager mouth.
The moan that Balthazar emitted had sent me careening over the edge. My orgasm rocked through my body filling me with bliss and making David extremely satisfied with his sexual prowess.
Balthazar then returned the affections to the violinist. David groaned as Balthazar's mouth made its way down his chest, eagerly licking around his belly bottom. Where it stopped seemingly entranced by the tattoo he had right above his think, throbbing cock.
I watched as Balthazar took him fully into his mouth, sucking eagerly. David arched his head back and moaned. Balthazar then pulled away causing him to whimper almost as if he were in considerable pain. Then the moan returned as Balthazar's mouth was replaced by my eager and skilled hands.
I moved on top of him. I lined myself up and moaned when I accepted his length. He began a relentless assault on my already tender breasts, his tongue and teeth making my senses blur. I moaned as I moved up and down on his length. He met me with eager thrusts as he rocked his hips upward.
My eyes met his through the lust induced haze that had infiltrated my eye sight. I noticed the wicked, playful gleam in his eye as he pulled my body flush with his.
"We cannot leave Balthazar out of the fun now can we," murmuring seductively into my ear.
From behind I felt a distinct squeeze on my ass. The squeeze gave way to fingers that caused me to make unintelligible noises as they moved in and out. He gently worked me open with his fingers before replacing it with his cock of considerable size. I moaned without abandon was he thrust deeper into me.
Both men were now working me completely raw, both or emotion and energy. They rocked their hips, causing seductive slapping noises when flesh joined flesh. Their assault and thrusts were getting harder and faster. I finally dug my nails deep into David's shoulders causing tiny blood rivulets of lust to spring from his flawless skin.
For the second time I became completely undone by these men. David moaned in my ear while Balthazar's hands clutched tighter at my hips, his thrusts becoming erratic, his breathe coming in fitful gasps.
My body shuddered, rendered completely useless, as I orgasmed, I screamed both of their names. Upon hearing this they both followed me over the blissful edge moaning my name in unison.
We lay there sweaty, blissful and entangled together. The only sounds were labored, yet happy breathing and the slight hum of the traffic below. After some time we disentangled ourselves from one another. David and I were pulled into Balthazar's strong arms. I, along with my companions, or lovers, fell into a blissful fully contented slumber.