THE STAR WHO SHAGGED
ME Seduced by my teen idol – 20 years later
I’d had a crush on Stephen* for most of my teens. He’d been a huge ’90s TV star, and my bedroom walls were plastered with pictures of him. Over the years his fame had diminished, along with the popularity of the US show he starred in, so my boyfriend found it hilarious that I still put him at number one on my ‘free pass’ list.
One day, my boyfriend came home brandishing a newspaper article that said Stephen was making his theatre debut in the West End, and offered to take me. I declined. I wanted to go on my own, without him teasing me, so I booked tickets for a matinee, with a seat in the second row.
It was a freezing December afternoon, but I wore a short skirt and heels. I wasn’t expecting anything, apart from maybe a selfie – after all, this was a serious theatre production.
And my crush was married. Once the play started, it felt surreal, seeing him in real life. There was a scene where Stephen stood to one side of the stage, with the spotlight on two other actors. While the audience was engrossed in their performance, he looked at me, his eyes catching mine in an intense, lingering stare.
After the play, I got talking to some girls who’d travelled from Germany to see Stephen. They were going to the stage door to get selfies, so I followed. They were bundled up in North Face coats, and after 20 minutes in the cold, I was freezing and felt stupid in my tiny outfit. After all, I was 34, not 14.
But then Stephen appeared with another guy. He looked older and less innocent than his on-screen persona, which made him sexier. He still had the bluest eyes I’ve seen on anyone, though. “I saw you in there,” he said, smiling knowingly.
As he took pictures with the German girls, his eyes were on me. I felt bad for them, but also loved that I was the one getting the attention. Then, as he was saying goodbye, he kissed me on the cheek and whispered,“Meet me in the car.”
I waited a few seconds, then darted over as quickly as I could in my heels to the black car waiting on the corner. As we sped off, Stephen kissed me, exploring my body hungrily, and so expertly I didn’t care that his driver could see everything in the rear-view mirror. His flat wasn’t too far from the theatre, and we stumbled up the stairs tearing off each other’s clothes.
His body was exactly the same as the one I’d always admired in pictures, with a toned six-pack, but his chest
did have more hair than I expected. I couldn’t believe that it was happening and not just another teenage fantasy. “I’ve been dying to do this since the second half,” he said, kissing my breasts and making a trail of kisses down my body as he parted my legs and caressed my inner thighs. I was desperate for him to go down on me, but he took his time, fully aware that the anticipation was killing me, before we ended up in a 69 position. Knowing he wanted me so badly made me feel like a star.‘Now it’s my turn to perform,’ I thought, as I went on to straddle him, naked apart from my heels.
Afterwards, Stephen had to get ready for the evening performance. I wondered if someone else would catch his eye in the audience, but put that thought out of my mind. My fantasy had come true – now it was time to get back to reality.
“‘Now it’s my time to perform,’ I thought”