This was my first ‘groupie’ experience years ago. I had just been dumped by my first boyfriend, and in my heartbroken state I went to a concert with the ulterior motive of seducing the venue owner, an acquaintance I’d always found attractive. He shut me down, saying I was too young for him, but offered to take me bar-hopping with the band after the show.
We piled into the back of a box van, unfurnished except for a rug. I quickly got familiar with one band member in particular, a sexy 20-something ginger with a great smile named Kenny. After talking a little, having to shout over the loud music playing and other conversations, he leaned in close to me and asked if I had a boyfriend. His breath on my neck made me tingle all over. I told him I needed one for the night. He said he was the man for the job and held me close for the ride. He smelled good and the physical contact comforted me.