I have to admit, I’m a bit of a music buff. I love country and pop, rock and soul. From Motown down I have loved music. The way a singer makes you feel like fucking gold. The way they tell you how this problem should be dealt with. From the guitar to drums, I’ve been hooked. I can’t help but from time to time masturbate to the music. My eyes closed, picturing the singer in my bed or chair. Holding me at first, then as the CD goes on, they kiss me deeply. Then slowly they take my clothes off. As we move from song to song my dream gets deeper and more real. From eating me to a savage fuck. At times I even imagine sucking their dicks or licking their cunts. But sure enough I return from my dream and wished it were that guy or girl taking me over. Fucking me with his cock or her strap on dildo, or just rubbing me till I cum.

Being that I am 19, bisexual, very much in love with the music world, and still a virgin, I’ve dreamt of the biggest names in music. Joe Don from Rascal Flatts, Clay Aiken, and even Ashlee Simpson. All of them have been in a dream at one point. But none more so then Jesse McCartney. I have played with myself so much to him, and believe there is no one in the world more I’d fuck. We do it everywhere in my dreams! From my bed, to his bed, his bus, in a park, or on a beach. But lately I’ve had a reoccurring fantasy, and that’s why I’m writing this.

You see I deeply wish for Jesse McCartney to be my first time, but because that will never happen I’ll stick to fucking him in my dreams. This one dream was pretty dangerous. That night one of my guy friends were staying the night, and we were both sleeping in the living room. He was on a recliner, I was on a couch. It was late that night when we went to bed, somewhere around 2 in the morning. I had my CD player on my head, and he had his I-Pod on. I fell asleep and began to dream.

I was at my friend Ren’s house. She was having a pool party with some of her closest friends. I had gotten there way before the guests so I was helping her get ready. Soon her friend showed up. His name was Bill. Someone she knew from being on TV.

I looked passed the guy and saw that someone was closing the trunk of the car they had shown up in. This guy was tall, with blond hair and a lovely smile. As he walked closer to me I could see his blue sexy eyes. They were nothing I’d seen before. As he reached Ren and me, he held out a hand.

My heart stopped. I was standing with Jesse McCartney. So after a moment I said, “Hi! I’m Jessica, my friend’s call me Jess.” Shaking his hand, I quickly noticed how soft they were, and how good he smelled. Bill went to help Ren with something and Jesse and I were left alone. He smiled at me lovingly.

“May I sit these here?” he said, as he placed a towel and bag in the beach chair beside me.

“Sure!” I said, as I put on my sunglasses. I lay in the chair trying to ignore the teen