Behind the Blind Item.
"Selena Gomez & The Scene"
Chapter 2
by Noopster.
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Greg Garman Interview, Part 2.
(Read Part 1 here)
- Good morning Greg, welcome back. How are you feeling now?
- Okay, I’m good now, thanks. So uh… where were we?
- Let’s pick up right where we left. What happened after she left the bus?
- Nothing, I mean, I’ve heard rumors about her and Taylor getting really drunk and wild at that party, but I wasn’t there. Like I said before, you’d have to ask Drew, ‘cause Joey never liked talking about any of that stuff.
- Yes, I understand. But you said a lot of things happened after that.
- Yeah, but not right away. The teasing kept going, the slight brushing here and there, but for the most part she was back to being the same girl. She just never said a word about the bus incident. And of course we didn’t bring it up either, we were lucky to have gotten away with it.
- So things just continued more or less the same?
- Pretty much, except now we couldn’t keep our eyes off of her. Not that we could before, but having had a taste of her… it was like a drug. And the guilt was gone now too, we knew she was no innocent little girl, especially after she came back from that trip to Maui with Justin. We didn't know it at the time but she'd lost her virginity on that trip. God knows how long those two had spent fucking over there, but she was a very different girl when we saw her again.
- Different how?
- She seemed more... confident? Like, she started dressing more daringly, and the way she carried herself was different too. Her voice, her movements, her outfits on stage, her photoshoots, everything was more… I guess the word would be sexual, I don’t know how else to put it. I know it’s a cliché, but it was like she was still a cute little girl the last time we’d seen her and she’d turned into a woman since.
- Did that translate into more sexual contact with you and the other members of the band?
- No. Well... not that I know of. She could’ve been doing stuff with the other guys… but I don’t think that was the case because she and Justin were inseparable during those days.
- No more fighting between them?
- Oh no, there was lots of fighting still, it was exhausting just to be around them. But he was always keeping tabs on her, and us too by extension, all the time.
- Keeping tabs how?
- He was just always there in one way or another. He’d be backstage before and after shows, he’d hang out in the studio with us, meet & greets, you name it. And even when he couldn’t be there physically he was always calling and texting her. He was very jealous of everyone around Selena, and looking back I guess I understand why, but it got to the point where he would send his friends to keep an eye on her when he couldn’t do it himself.
- What do you mean?
- Some of his close friends would take up his place, backstage, in the studio, all of that; they’d be there when he was away. And before you ask, the reason I know they were there specifically to keep an eye on her is because Selena’s other friends, people closer to her, never did that, they were never in our space like Justin’s guys were. She’d always been very professional in that sense, never brought in anyone who had no reason for being there. But I guess she had a blind spot when it came to Justin-related things.
- How did you and the rest of the band react to this?
- We hated it, and not just because of the uh… lack of contact [He chuckles], but also because there was no real reason for them being there, y’know? We were like a family and this felt like an intrusion; like we were being watched. We didn’t like them, and we could tell they didn’t like us.
- Was her Mom okay with it?
- I have no idea. Things had gotten rocky between her and Selena so we didn’t see her as much. But whenever we did she’d barely talk to us. We were becoming an after-thought by that point. To be honest it made for a very toxic environment.
- Did you ever discuss your concerns with anyone else at Disney?
- Nah, man, there was no point. We knew we were expendable and the rumors of the company’s plans to get rid of us just kept growing and growing. The uncertainty only lasted a few months anyway because, sure enough, when we were about to finish the tour, they told us it was over. And that was that.
- This was in early 2012, correct?
- Yeah. Like I said, we’d all heard it was coming, so it didn’t come as a surprise. Selena was getting super famous and we were getting left behind.
- Did she say anything to you about it?
- No. Things were different between all of us at that point. We really didn’t talk anymore, except for work stuff, and she’d stopped hanging out with us for the most part. That’s not to say it was her fault or anything like that, it was just, uh, I don’t know, someone had made the decision and it was time for her to move on. But I do think she felt guilty about it, even though there was nothing she could do.
- What makes you think that?
- Well, umm, we worked together for like four years and she was always very kind to us, and despite how weird things got by the end, I know she cared about us a lot. Selena is one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met, she cares about everyone. That’s why I think she, uh, did what she did, because she must’ve felt really bad about how things were ending.
- I assume this is when what you’ve alluded to earlier happened.
- Yes.
- Go on.
- Alright, so this was at the very end of our last tour together. Must’ve been sometime in February. We’d been doing shows all over South America and Buenos Aires was one of the last stops, but there were some problems when we got there.
- Problems?
- Yeah, like logistics and shit. Someone had fucked up somewhere along the line with the planning and the venue was overbooked, or there were issues with the permits, something like that. All I remember is Selena being surrounded by fans and Mandy yelling to people on the phone from the moment we landed.
So those were a pretty stressful 48 hours; everyone was worried because someone said we wouldn’t be able to play, that the show had been cancelled. We were pretty chill about it because we were all but certain we were on the way out, but the people above us had a lot of money to lose and it was almost cathartic watching it all play out like we were going to get this tiny little vacation as a severance package. And that was all that we kept hearing from Mandy, yelling at people over how much money was on the line, how there had to be a way to get that shit sorted out. At one point she actually told us that the show had been cancelled, so we packed our stuff and got ready to go back to the airport. And then about an hour later she comes back and tells us we’re doing the show and they take us to a meet & greet right away. Suddenly everything was fixed, no explanation how.
So we’re like, whatever. We play the show, there’s thousands and thousands of kids screaming Selena’s name. She'd gotten these like, streaks of blue and purple in her hair and she looked so fucking beautiful.
It was terrifying for us, but Selena was so comfortable up there, like she was born to be on a stage.
It was a bittersweet experience to be honest. Because we had finally achieved the dream of playing in front of a massive crowd like that, but we knew they were all there for her, not for us.
It was a reminder of why they were getting rid of us.
- Did you ever find out what exactly happened? How they fixed the problem so suddenly?
- Not exactly. I mean, I have a theory. You’ll see.
- Go ahead.
- So we finish playing and we’re all getting ready again to fly back to the States, when suddenly there’s another surprise for us. The flight has been moved to the next day and we’re invited to a party that the owner of the venue wants to throw for us. Or that’s what they said, because the party was obviously for Selena, we just happened to be allowed to attend. I don’t remember his name, just that we’ve been told he was one of the richest men in Argentina who was some kind of media mogul, he owned a bunch of radio stations, newspapers and such. Anyway, the party was at this club, I think it was like a Tango club or something, really old school looking place. And they had a whole show with dancers and really cool choreography and a live band just fucking killing it with the bandoneones and the spanish guitars. I remember Selena loved the show so much she went and took photos with them afterwards, and Justin got angry because he thought she was flirting with them.
- So Justin was there, even in Argentina?
- Oh yeah, the fucking douchebag had gotten on a private jet and flown all the way down there just to keep her away from us. Selena didn’t seem very happy to see him though, it was obvious they were already having trouble as a couple. And she was even less happy when Justin started giving her shit because of those dancers.
- Was she flirting with them?
- I don’t know, maybe? After the show, people got up and started dancing and the place was packed so I couldn’t really see her table, much less hear what she was saying. But honestly, it would not surprise me, she’d usually start flirting with guys to get back at him after a fight, I’d seen it happen many times.
- Any idea of what they were fighting about?
- I would assume it was about him cheating on her. He’d been caught a couple of times already, but somehow they were still together.
- Please, continue with the party.
- Yeah, so I remember she was wearing this white summer dress, looking all cute and perfect as usual, but she and Justin just wouldn’t stop arguing. People were trying to calm them down because it was turning into a scene and I decided to go somewhere else because I was so tired of them fighting. Dane and Drew had hit it off with some girls there and we pretty much spent the rest of the night learning how to Salsa dance and doing our best to talk to them in our terrible Spanish.
- You didn’t see Selena again that night?
- Not until very, very late, when the club was closing and everyone was leaving. I’d stepped out to smoke a joint after the girls had left and ended up completely losing track of time. It wasn’t until I got a call from Joey saying they were already waiting for me in the parking lot that I realized just how late it was. So I went back inside and the place was almost empty, like, all the tables are empty. There were still a few people by the bar, but mostly it was just waiters flipping the chairs over the tables and staff cleaning up. And so I’m making my way to the exit and I feel the need to take a piss, so I turn back and head to the bathroom, but it’s being cleaned, and the guy doesn’t speak English so getting him to tell me where there’s another bathroom becomes a whole ordeal. Finally, he points up and I sort of get that he’s telling me to go to one on the second floor. So I go up there, mind you, I’m so fucking high I barely know where I am or where I’m going, and I almost trip and fall down the stairs, right? And I can’t find the fucking bathroom but at some point I make the wrong turn and I see it, clear as fucking day, Selena is in some kind of VIP lounge in the corner, and she’s with the guy, the rich one who invited us. And there are security guards standing at each entrance, doing that thing where they pretend not to see what their boss is doing. That was my first time getting a good look at him because we, the band members I mean, never got to meet him, only Selena and her mom. So I just froze right there because this guy, he must’ve been like 40-something at least, he’s got one arm around her shoulders, the other one around her waist and he’s whispering something in her ear, and she’s like being all giggly and shit, and Justin is nowhere to be found. I don’t know if she was drunk but she did have a glass in her hand and the table in front of them was covered with bottles. But whatever, none of my business, right? So I’m about to go back the other way when I see Mandy coming up the stairs, and she’s talking to someone on the phone. I’m not sure why, but I was afraid that I’d get in some type of trouble if she saw me there so I panicked and hid under one of the empty tables, and then I see her go into the lounge and Selena and this rich guy don’t skip a beat, like, Mandy is sitting right in front of them, she’s having a conversation with this guy while he still has his hands all over her 19 year old daughter.
- Can you be more specific?
- I mean, she was like, pressed up against him and he was rubbing her thigh, but like, blatantly so, like you would never do in front of a girl’s mom. But Mandy was just talking and smiling like it’s all fine and dandy. At one point he started kissing Selena’s neck and Mandy just kept having this conversation with him while he got his hand up her daughter’s skirt.
- What was the conversation about?
- I couldn’t tell, there was still music on and I was too far away. I could hear Selena squealing with joy though, she seemed to be loving it.
- How long did this go on for?
- I’m not sure, but it didn’t stop there. He kept touching Selena, nibbling on her earlobe and shit like that until he was straight up grabbing her ass in front of her mom. He just lifted her skirt and grabbed a handful of ass cheek while Selena giggled and hid her face in his shoulder.
- He went that far?
- I know it sounds crazy but that’s what happened. She was wearing this tiny little white thong and this guy was just squeezing her tight ass like there was no tomorrow with Mandy sitting right there, sipping from her glass and smiling. And I’m in shock because, yeah I’d heard rumors about the stuff that went on at Disney and I’d seen her flirt with older guys, but this was a whole different level, you know? And like, even when the bus thing happened, I figured it had because she was high and she was with us, we cared for each other and shit. But this guy... I knew for a fact she’d just met him that day, so seeing her there with her summer dress around her waist, the guys hands all over her ass… I was just like, “What the fuck is going on here?”.
- And no one saw you? Not even the security staff?
- No, I think they all just assumed everyone had left already, they had no reason to look for anyone hiding under a table.
- What happened after that?
- Another woman came by, she must’ve been the guy’s assistant or something like that because she looked very business-like, and she said something to them, then Mandy and him shook hands like they had reached some sort of agreement, and then they all got up and left together.
- All of them together?
- Yeah, but they didn’t go down the stairs to the main entrance. The Argentine guy put his arm around Selena’s shoulder just like Justin was doing earlier and they went through an emergency exit with her mom and the other woman following behind.
- You said it looked like they had reached some kind of agreement. Do you know what that was?
- Oh I don’t really know anything, I’m just speculating here ‘cause that’s how it looked to me. Like when you make a deal with someone, it looked like that kind of handshake, but I don’t really know. What I do know is that Selena and Mandy were supposed to come back to the hotel with us. But when I got back to the car they weren’t there, and our tour manager was telling the driver we couldn’t leave yet.
- Did he explain why?
- No, just that we had to wait for Selena and her mom. And no one said anything, we all just looked at each like, “What’s going on?”, because that had never happened before, but we were also all about to be let go, so we didn’t care enough to bother anyone with questions. So anyway, we wait there for a while and nothing is happening. We’re tired, we just wanna go back to the hotel and I really need to take a piss. At this point I’m pretty annoyed with the whole situation, the tour manager is treating us like little kids, telling us we can’t move until they come back and eventually I’m just like, “Fuck this,” and I leave without telling anyone. The club was closed so I made my way behind the building looking for a secluded spot to take a piss. I find a spot behind a trash container and take care of that, but as I’m making my way back I see some of the club employees carrying trash bags and coming back my way. Not wanting to get in trouble for pissing where I shouldn’t be, I turn back and go the other way around, but just as I’m turning the corner I bump into the back of a black SUV. Then I hear Mandy’s voice so I immediately get back behind the wall before I take a peek and see that she’s standing there talking to the woman I’d seen earlier, the rich guy’s assistant, and the two security guards are also there on the right side of the SUV, blocking the path coming from the street. It took me a moment but then it clicked: They were all guarding the car.
- What was going on with the car?
- More like inside the car. Selena was in there with the guy from the club. The windows were tinted and I couldn’t see much through the back window, but I could definitely see two people were kissing in the backseat, and one of them was wearing a white dress so right away I was sure it was her in there.
- Interesting.
- Yeah, I was interested too. I figured I was already losing my job so what the hell, right? So I slid in between the tight space that was left between the car and the building, and I peeked through the window just as Selena started going down on the guy.
- She was–
- Full on blowing him, yeah.
- And no one saw you standing there?
- Well, they had purposefully parked the truck so close to the building so that they wouldn’t have to worry about anyone watching them from the driver’s side, and since Mandy and the other lady were on the passenger’s side, they couldn’t see me behind the car. Selena had her round little butt facing me and the Argentine… well he was too distracted to care about anything going on outside. Besides, it was so dark out there I don’t think they could’ve recognized me even if they looked my way. And also, I couldn’t just… not look, y’know? Once I saw Selena’s head bobbing up and down that dude’s lap it was over for me, I knew I was gonna stay there and watch no matter what.
- Let’s clarify something here. You’re saying this was deliberate. The way the car was parked, the fact that her mother and his security people were standing on the other side.
- Absolutely. This cute young girl who I had seen grow into a woman over the years, one of the sweetest, most kind and down to earth people I’d ever met. She was straight up sucking that rich guy’s dick with her mother right outside, standing just a few feet away.
- Did her mother know what she was doing there?
- I mean, she had to, right? Why else would they be waiting there?
- Did she seem upset or okay with it? What was her mood?
- Umm, I don’t know, man, she seemed… like she didn’t care too much I guess. It looked like she and the other lady were going over some papers, and she was focused on that.
- Right. So what did you do then?
- Well, I couldn’t go back the same way until the club’s staff had left, so I kept watching. I did that thing where you cup your hands around your face to peek in through the window and hoped they’d be focused enough on the blowjob to not catch me spying. And oh man did that payoff once the guy lifted her skirt to play with her ass. I had a front row seat as this dude groped away at those pert buns of hers. I was so fucking jealous of him, getting to put her fingers all over her like that. I mean this guy was pulling on that tiny little thong so hard I thought the thing was gonna snap, I swear I almost started licking the window watching that string wedged firmly in between her lips.
- And they still had no idea you were there?
- No way, man. Even with her butt blocking most of my vision, I could still see the back of her head bobbing up and down like there was no tomorrow. And she must’ve been doing a hell of a job because the rich guy was fucking loving it, even without looking at his face I could tell just by the way he was desperately shoving two fingers in her pussy.
- How long did you stay there?
- Not too long. Must’ve been ten minutes, maybe a little more? I mean the guy had Selena Gomez going down on him so he couldn’t have lasted long.
- Did you masturbate?
- Uh… I thought about it, yeah, but I was taking enough risks already. I almost did when he came though.
- You saw it?
- Not exactly, but I saw him throwing his head back and keeping her down there for about a minute or so, and then her coming up and wiping her mouth.
- He came in her mouth then?
- I’m pretty sure he did, yeah. And I think she swallowed too, by the looks of it. She hadn’t swallowed that time with Dane and me, so that was also pretty fucking hot.
- What happened then?
- Well, first thing I did was get off the window and take a step back. I saw her smile at the guy as he was stroking her cheek, but I was smart enough to get back behind the wall before anyone could see me. Then I heard the car door open and then close. I peeked again from behind the wall and saw Selena joining her mother and the other woman. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but they all seemed very chill about the whole thing. Then Selena and her mom shook hands with the lady and started walking away.
- Another handshake. So you think that meant the deal was done?
- I guess so. I didn’t have time to think about anything in that moment because I knew I had to make it back to the car before they did, or they could get suspicious.
- Did you?
- Yeah, barely.
- So you all went back together to the hotel?
- Yes.
- Did she say anything to you, or her mother?
- Nope. They just talked amongst themselves. It was pretty late and we were all really tired, so it was really quiet once we all were in the car. It was also a long drive back to the hotel so some of the guys fell asleep. Joey was even snoring and shit. And I figure Mandy must’ve thought we were all asleep because at one point I did see her grabbing Selena’s hand and tell her that she did very good.
- You really heard her say that?
- Yeah, she said, “You did very good, Sel. I’m proud of you.” They were whispering but I was right next to them, pretending to be asleep too.
- Are you suggesting what I think you are?
- I’m not suggesting anything, man, I’m just telling you what I saw and what I heard, that’s all.
- Very interesting. Was that the last trip before you were disbanded?
- That was the last stop of the tour, so yeah.
- So was that the decisive moment you alluded to in the beginning of the interview?
- No, that happened the next morning.
- Go ahead.
- Okay, so we had to leave early to catch a flight back to the States, right? But there was no sign of Selena. Everyone kept calling her and she wasn't answering her phone, and it was getting pretty late. So because her mom was too busy dealing with some issues with the equipment rental company, she asked me to go wake her up.
- She asked you?
- Yeah, everyone else was busy getting things ready and me and the guys were the only ones nearby. I was always the “responsible one”, so I guess that’s why she asked me.
- Go on.
- Okay, so I went up to her room, knocked on her door and there was no answer. So I knocked again and still nothing. I checked the door and it was unlocked so I started getting worried that someone might have broken in, right? So I went in and I called and called from the entrance, and there was still no answer. So finally I go into the bedroom and I find her there, still in bed, her bare back turned to me, and from what I can see she’s naked, only sort of covered by the sheets. So I like, clear my throat and I go, "Hey, uh, are you ok? We really need to get going," trying to keep my voice from shaking. And all I get in response is a cute little groan, like she’s letting me know she’s too comfy and doesn’t wanna leave.
- So she knew you were there.
- Yeah, and then I said, “Come on, your mom asked me to come and get you.” And she says, “five more minutes,” and her voice sounds all raspy and groggy. It’s so cute but I know I’m gonna get in trouble if I don’t get her going so I insist, but right as I start saying something she squirmed a little bit and the sheet slid almost entirely off and I can see she’s completely naked in there. Her slim, perfectly petite body looked amazing with the morning light coming through the window… the curve of her waist, the crack of her butt, the fucking perfectly smooth skin... I was transfixed, but somehow I tried to push through it, and I said, "Your mom’s gonna get mad at me." And then she slowly turns her body, just enough to look back at me with that beautiful chipmunk face of hers, her eyes still heavy with sleep and that streak of purple in her hair brushing against her lips... she looked like a fucking angel, it was almost impossible to believe that was the same girl I’d seen blowing a guy just a few hours before. And then she says to me, "She doesn’t need to know,” and turns back like she’s gonna try and fall asleep again.
- What did she mean by that?
- I didn’t know, or rather, I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t even sure I had heard her right until I saw her patting the bed, the empty space behind her, like she was telling me to climb in. And even then I was like, “Is this really happening right now?”, like, I’d been dreaming of getting in bed with her pretty much since the moment we met, and now she was there, butt naked, telling me to get in.
- And you did?
- Fuck yes I did. I said, “Yeah, she doesn’t need to know…” and I climbed in, clothes and shoes and all. But I was still freaking out, unsure of where it was all going so I just lied there for a while. All I could hear was her breathing, so calm and peaceful, like she had gone back to sleep right away. But she was so close, eventually I couldn't help myself and I put my hand on her shoulder, just praying that she wasn’t going to change her mind or freak out on me. I was so nervous I started to think like, “What if she was talking in her sleep and I wake her up and she freaks out on me?” But then I heard her sigh in response to my touch, like she was letting me know it was okay, and I slowly, carefully began to slide my hand down her arm, god it was just the fucking softest thing ever... and then I kept going, my hand was on her hip, sliding the sheet further down as I began to caress her thigh, just waiting for her to stop me, until the sheet was at her feet and she was completely bare. Selena Gomez, 19 years old, naked in bed with me, looking just as peaceful and irresistible as before.
[He stops and looks at me, like he’s not sure if I believe him.]
- Please, continue.
- Right. So even then I was still testing the waters. I very carefully ran my hand up her calf and then just the tips of my fingers on the back of her thigh, just taking the time to enjoy how fucking smooth and flawless and warm her skin was.
- Were you not worried about being late for the flight?
- Hell no! [He laughs]. As soon as I touched her it was like everything else stopped existing. It was only me and her. I mean, I think the bedroom door was still open, the front door too probably, but I could not think of anything else but her.
- Understandable. And then?
- So, uh, yeah, I was touching the back of her thigh, getting closer and closer to the curve of her ass cheek and then she made this really cute sound, like it was tickling her a little bit, and then she responded by pushing her butt out a little; and that was when I knew that I had the go ahead. So I put my whole hand on the back of her thigh, really letting her feel it this time, and then I moved up very slowly, enjoying every inch of her perfect skin until I cupped her peachy little butt. I couldn't believe she was letting me do that, after we had fooled around so many times, pretending like my hands brushing her butt were just an accident when we’d be tickling each other or fighting over the remote... There was no pretending anything any more, I had her entire left ass cheek in the palm of my hand and I was pulling it so I could finally get a good look at her little holes. Fuck! You should’ve seen how perfect they were! Her pink lips and her pink asshole… so cute and inviting… truly, a fucking sight to behold.
- We’ve all seen the pictures here.
- Oh shit, that’s right. Then you all know how fucking beautiful her pussy is. Now imagine getting to touch it. I think what I remember most is just how incredibly soft it was. I have never felt anything like it, before or after. All I had to do was put just a little bit of pressure with the tip of my finger and her little pussy opened up for me, so wet and warm and tight… Fuck, I was in heaven.
- Was she saying anything?
- No, she didn’t say anything, she didn’t move either. She just purred a little bit so I kept going. I fingered her a little but I couldn’t wait any longer so I hurried and pulled my pants down. I knew we were already late, that people might come any second for us, but I also knew this was my one and only chance to be with her. So I cuddled behind her and pulled her body tight against mine, the tip of my dick brushing against her wet lips as I kissed the back of her neck. I think I was still waiting for her to stop me, like she’d done that time in the back of the bus, but she just sighed let me keep doing, she even arched her back a little bit for me. She fucking wanted it just as much as I did, I couldn’t believe it. Even after I already had the tip in and heard her moan, I was sure she was going to stop me. But she kept pushing back into me so I kept going too, and once I started fucking her nice and slow, I pulled her cheek aside again so I could see better, you know? Just like, trying to fix that image in my brain for posterity. My dick going inside Selena Gomez’s pussy. What an incredible sight.
- Did she continue to be completely silent?
- I mean, I could hear her breathing, and like, little whimpers, but nothing else.
- Why do you think that was?
- I honestly don’t know. The whole experience was just… I don’t know how to describe it. It was like the culmination of everything. All those years of pretending like nothing was going on, like we were just coworkers, even as all that teasing was going on behind the scenes… it felt like we were doing the same thing in her room. It was like… like she was still pretending not to know, even as I was actively fucking her. I don’t know, man, it was very strange but also extremely hot.
- Can you describe what it was like?
- Fuck, man. She was incredible, like, even though she was so small and tight, my dick slipped inside her so easily, almost as if her teen cunt was sucking it in. And I was very careful at first, just thrusting into her very slowly, scared of doing anything that would make her uncomfortable. But then I heard her moan into the pillow and I got more brazen. I brought her close to me and wrapped my arm around her, squeezing one of her small breasts in my hand like my life depended on it. And then she moaned again, and again, every time I pushed in she moaned and it was so cute and sweet, just like everything else about her. I pulled back just so I could see her little cunt stretched around my dick and when I pushed back in I heard her gasp. I couldn't believe how tight she was, how beautiful she was and how willing she was to let me have my way with her.
- How long did this go on for?
- I have no fucking idea. All I wanted was to just stay there forever, kissing her beautiful shoulders and fucking her delicious teen pussy for the rest of my life but I knew I couldn't, people were waiting for us downstairs and even if that wasn't the case, I knew I wasn't going to be able to last for very long. So eventually, once I felt like I was going to lose it, I pressed myself against her small frame and whispered in her ear, "I'm gonna cum." Not the most romantic thing, I know, but I was almost there already and I had to at least let her know. She didn’t respond but I swear I saw the corner of her mouth turning into a smile, and as I was about to pull out she reached back and her hand on my hip stopped me, and then she pushed back against me. She pushed until every last bit of my cock was inside of her and then she buried her face in the pillow and started to slowly grind on my cock until I had no choice but to let it all out inside of her.
- You came inside of her?
- I fucking did, I swear! I’ll never forget how she squirmed against me as I filled her up, and she didn't let go until I had deposited every last drop of cum inside of her. It was surreal, to feel her from the inside as I came, and then to watch my semen oozing out of her tiny reddened pussy as she finally allowed me to pull out; not even my girlfriend let me do that, it was truly a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
- You had a girlfriend at the time?
- Oh yeah, Selena had met her too. They actually got along pretty good.
- Was there any mention of your girlfriend afterwards? Or of her boyfriend?
- There was no mention of anything. I rolled on my back, huffing and puffing as I watched her finger come down to rub it all over her clit and her lips. She never turned to face me, never said a single word to me. She just sighed, curled up into a little ball again and covered herself with the sheets as I awkwardly pulled my pants back up and told her I was leaving and reminded her that her mother was going to come up for her if she didn’t come down soon.
- What about later?
- We had to leave for the airport without her. And neither her nor her mom were on our flight. It wasn’t until a week or so later that I saw her again. By then, Disney had officially told us that we were being let go. I visited their offices one last time to take care of some paperwork and ran into her there.
- That must’ve been an interesting conversation.
- You’d think, but not so much, no. She was there with her mom and they were on their way out so she just hugged me, thanked me for sticking with her all those years and said she was going to miss all of us. We said goodbye and that was it.
- Nothing else? No calls or emails or anything?
- Oh, right. I did get a text from her. A few days later, it said, “I’m really sorry about the way things ended. Wish you all the best always and I hope you liked your goodbye present.” It even had a winky face at the end of it.
- Did you reply?
- Yeah. Well... first I jerked off, and then I spent the next half hour trying to reply with something that wouldn’t be too dumb or too blunt or too embarrassing. Finally I sent it and then… nothing.
- Nothing?
- Nothing. No reply. I waited a few days, then one night I got drunk and tried calling her and the number was not working anymore.
- She changed her number?
- Yup. I guess that chapter of her life ended and we got thrown out with it. So that was the last time I talked to her.
- Do you still keep in touch with the other members of the band?
- Not really, no. I’ve run into them a few times over the years, but that’s about it. Everyone sort of went their own way after that. But now that I’ve told you all this… I’m very curious to know what their experience was like. I never told them a lot of the stuff that I did so I gotta assume they were keeping things secret too.
- Only way you’ll find out is if you stay here.
- Right, right. Any idea of when this, uh, project of yours will see the light of day?
- Not anytime soon, I’m sorry to say. There’s still a lot of people that need to be interviewed.
- Yeah, sure, that makes sense.
- Well that was certainly an incredible story, Greg. Thank you very much for your time.
- Yeah, uh, no problem. It was good to finally be able to talk about it. I don’t think anyone in the States would believe me if I did.
[Interview Ends]
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