Picture Perfect

row seats at a Renegade Saints concert. That night I was the lucky girl in the front row that Flynn sang damn near every song to. Only Jess knows that that night quickly became the one memory sure to make me crazy horny in less than ten seconds.
    Rolling over onto my side, I smacked her arm. “Jessica! Don’t bring that up again. I can’t have that in my head when I’m working for him. I’d make the biggest ass out of myself!”
    Giggling, she pinched me in the arm. “That night would be pretty hard to forget Tessa, especially since I bought the video of it for you from eBay and we’ve watched it at least a hundred times together- eighty of those times being in the months following the show. We’ve been to over a dozen Renegade concerts, and that will always be the one that sticks out. Don’t worry- I won’t tease you about it anymore. Best friend promise.”
    Once I had myself calmed down, I called my parents to share the news.
    As expected, my dad thought it was the coolest thing he'd ever heard. I grew up in a house that was filled with music, rock music to be specific, and my dad loved Renegade Saints. "That's awesome Tessa Belle! I'm so proud I could bust. I can't believe my baby is going to be taking pictures of the biggest band in the world. I can't wait to tell all my friends!"
    My mom asked for a lot more detail than my dad had, and I filled her in on what I knew. Like me, she was blown away that Flynn Rand was the one that find me. "My goodness Tessa! That's so bizarre. I think you wrote Mr. and Mrs. Flynn Mason Rand on every piece of loose paper you got your hands on during your freshman year of high school. That it was Flynn, of all people in the band, to have discovered you is too funny. I'm so proud of you honey! You're living your dream."
    After hanging up with my mom, I groaned in embarrassment at the reminder that I'd been all but obsessed with Flynn when I was younger. Hell, everyone I knew had been obsessed with Renegade Saints back then. They came out of nowhere, a bunch of kids only a year out of high school that got enough money together to record some songs. A local DJ in LA had started playing their song, "Now the Rain" on heavy rotation, and within two months they had a record deal. They released "The Unknowns" a few months later, before any of them were legally old enough to drink, and the rest was history.
    I was thirteen the first time I heard Flynn sing, and I was hooked from the first. MTV was still playing music videos back then, and Jess and I never missed a countdown when Renegade Saints were on the charts.
    All of the Renegade Saints guys are smoking hot. Cole Hayes is the lead guitarist, an Adonis with fingers like Eddie Van Halen. The drummer for the band, Gavin Wilde, has a buzz cut and an attitude that screams, "I'm here to dominate you." Bassist Tyson Allen is one of the hottest rockers alive. He plays the bass like it's a drum set, all wild and crazy, but his face looks like it should be on the cover of Vogue.
    And then, there's Flynn Rand. Even a decade later, I still know his stats by heart. He's six feet tall with shoulder length black hair, wild amber eyes, lips like a dream and a body that doesn't fucking quit. The first time I ever masturbated, I was fifteen and I'd been listening to Flynn's voice while staring at a picture that a fan had taken of him. He was shirtless, sweaty and singing to the crowd. As long as I live, I'll never forget staring at the V cut of the muscle that led to his groin as I came. The bulge on display in the jeans he wore in that picture got me off for months.
    Hell, who am I was kidding? It was still getting me off today. It’s a crying shame that no one has ever gotten me as turned on in real life as the fantasy version of Flynn did. It only got more intense after the night of the infamous ‘ Flynn Rand sang TO ME’ concert. That was number one in my fantasy file, the remembered intensity of his gaze on me a guarantee that I’d get off.
    Other than that one night at the concert, life had handed me a shit sandwich where arousal with men who were in the room was concerned. Did that sound bitter? What the hell… I guess I am bitter. I was still dealing with the after effects of my break up six weeks ago from the world’s biggest asshole, and it’s totally coloring the way I look at men. I’d been dating Lee for two months when I made the decision to have sex with him. I’m twenty-three, and was dog ass tired of being a virgin. I