As I sit here waiting for an interview with a reporter who works for a large national news station that wants to hear my life story, I find myself reflecting on it.

I know he will want to know all the usual stuff, like my stage name of Nightingale. That is not my given name, but rather a nickname my mom gave me. My given name is Hope.

I am sure he will want to know about the fortune that I have gotten from being what people call me, a superstar singer.

That name brings back some of my worst and fondest memories.

As a child, I loved to sing along in church or maybe just sing along to songs on the radio.

I never gave much thought to my singing as a kid, but as I grew up, my parents, brother, and other family members noticed my voice.

My mom began calling me Nightingale. She told me I sang like a nightingale, and my voice sounded beautiful and captivating.

I did not even know what captivating meant back then, but it sounded good.

As I grew up, my voice improved, and my body grew along with it. I was now five feet six inches, and my boobs grew. I was now thirty-six C and no longer flat-chested.

My confidence grew each year, and I thought, just maybe, I was a good singer, until the darkest day of my life.

My senior year in high school, I had just turned eighteen, and my mom talked me into entering a high school talent contest.

I was scared to death to do it, as the only people who had ever heard me sing by myself were my family.

On the day of the contest, I was a little under the weather. My throat was a bit sore, so I told my mom I shouldn't go on stage.

I should not have done it. When I began singing on stage in front of all my friends and teachers, hell, the whole world seemed like they were in that auditorium. I did not sound like a nightingale. I sounded like a screech owl. It took less than ten seconds for the laughter and jeers to begin.

I ran from the stage in tears, and all the way home, I cried and vowed to myself I would never sing again in front of people. I even told my mom that.

I did what I said I would do. I did not sing in front of anyone.

I loved to sing, so I waited until my house was empty and sang in the shower. Sometimes I would walk out to a nearby field late at night and sing out there.

My favorite place to sing was in the shower. Not only could I sing at the top of my lungs, but I also found it a perfect time to masturbate. My singing would muffle my moans, sometimes hitting a sour note.

I would dream of being a big star, and all the guys would want me. Thinking of all those hard cocks wanting to slide in my soaked pussy. Sometimes I could have as many as four or five orgasms.

The shower became my favorite time of day. I could do my favorite things to do, sing and masturbate.

I don’t think I will tell the interviewer about that.

That takes me to about a month after the disaster at the auditorium.

I was singing in a park near my house. I thought no one was around when, suddenly, I heard a voice just as I finished singing a song. Then I heard applause. I looked around and saw one of the guys from my class at school.

I am sure my face was as red as a beet. Then I asked him, “What are you doing here?”

He replied, “I am just passing through the park on my way home. Then I heard you singing and stopped and listened to you. Did you know you really have a great voice?”

I looked down at the ground and said, “Thanks. I am going home now.”

He said, “Please don’t stop on my account. Sing another song for me, please.”

I looked over at him and said, “Like what song?”

He said, “Pick one you like to sing.”

One of my favorite songs to sing, which was sung by Whitney Houston. I Will Always Love You.

I began singing it for him, watched his eyes and body language as I sang, and could easily see he loved it. I finished and said, “Happy now?”

He walked over to me and took my hands into his and said, “Yes, I am very happy. You sing like a bird, like an angel. You should sing professionally.”

I gave him a kiss on the cheek and said, “Thank you. Time for me to get home.”  I walked away and headed for home.

The next day at school, I saw that guy, and I had no idea he was in my math class.

His name was Ryan, and he was just a guy at school. As far as I knew, he did not play sports or belong to any clubs, just like me.

I saw him sitting in his chair and gave him a brief smile.

After class, he stopped me in the hallway and asked, “Can I take you out on a date, please? A movie, dinner, a dance, anything you want to do.”

I looked at him and replied, “Sure. Call me, and we can talk about it.” Then I gave him my number.

He called me that night, and we decided to go out to dinner. It was not going to be anything fancy, just a pizza and a couple of Cokes.

My mom heard the conversation and asked, “Do you really have a date? Is your first one? I am so happy for you.”

I sneered and said, “Yes, I have a date. You know it is not the first time I have been asked, just the first time I said yes. I am not a dog.”

She replied, “I never thought you were a dog. I just thought you were shy. You are beautiful, Hope.”

I replied, “Thanks, Mom.”

I dressed casually for my date, just a pair of jeans and a cute top.

Ryan was right on time, came to the door, and rang the bell.

I tried to get to the door first, but my mom beat me to it and opened the door, let Ryan in, and said, “You must be Ryan. Come on in. I am Hope’s mom, Doris Dunning.”

Ryan said, “Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Dunning.”

I came around the corner and saw Ryan, and he handed me a dozen red roses and said, “These are for you, Hope.”

I saw my mom smile from ear to ear as he handed them to me, and then I said, “Thank you, Ryan, that was very nice of you.”

My mom took the roses and said, “I will put these in some water. You two run along and have a good time.”

Ryan was the perfect gentleman and opened the car door for me to get in and then to get out at the pizza place.

We ordered a pizza, then Ryan wanted to know my life story about my singing and how I got started, and he also wanted to know about my past boyfriends. When I told him I never had one, I'm not sure he believed me.

We finished eating and went back out to his car. After I got in and before he started the car, he said, “Hope I think you are beautiful, and I love your singing, would it be okay if I kissed you?”

I leaned over and kissed him. He held me in his arms as we kissed, and I don’t have any idea how long we kissed, but it had to be at least thirty minutes.

After we kissed, he drove me home, and as he pulled into my driveway, he asked, “Can I please have a second date with you, Hope?”

I looked at him and said, “I would like that very much.” Then I leaned over and kissed him good night.

My mom and dad were waiting for me to get home, and I was expecting the third degree from them, but all my mom said was, “Did you have a good time, Hope?”

I looked at them and smiled and said, “Yes, we did. Ryan is a nice guy, and we are going out again soon.”

I was so happy to meet a nice guy that I began to sing in my shower once again, without worrying about who was home.

The next morning, I got into the shower and began to masturbate. This time I had someone in mind, thinking of Ryan’s cock in me. I could see him fucking me right out in the open of that park.

I tried to sing while in the shower, but my moans took over as I masturbated. I don’t know how many times I came, but it was a lot.

While drying off, my mom came into my bedroom and said, “Nightingale, I am so happy to hear you singing again. The whole family misses it, and your voice has gotten better with your age. Please sing again for us.”

I replied, “Okay, Mom, I will.”

I was not sure if the singing she heard or was it me moaning, and I had a good laugh about it.

……………………………….

My next date with Ryan would be on a Saturday night. This time we were going to a burger joint and then to a movie afterward.

This was my kind of date. I don’t care about fancy restaurants or that kind of thing.

I let him pick the movie, and it was a horror flick.  Not exactly the kind of movie I like.

He said, “I will hold you if you get scared.”

Hold me, he did. I think we spent half of the movie kissing. Twenty-five percent of the time was spent eating snacks, and the rest of the time we saw some of the movie.

We got in his car, and he said, “Before I take you home, would you mind going to that park and sing a couple of songs for me, Hope. I love your voice.”

Feeling good about my singing again, I replied, “Of course I will. On the way there, think about what you want to hear.”

We got there, and Ryan said, “Do you know the song Sex on Fire? I would like to hear that, please.”

I had only tried singing that a couple of times, and I did it okay, but since he wanted to hear it, I thought I would try for him.

I began singing and watched his face, and I saw something I had never seen before in a man's eyes.  Was this a look of love? It sure seemed like it.

I finished singing the song and asked, “Was that, okay?”

Ryan came over to me and took my hands in his and said, “Okay? It was way more than okay, Hope. When your mom nicknamed you Nightingale, she was spot on. Your voice is the best, and I am falling in love with you.”

We sat down on the bench, and we kissed.

He held me as if he would never let go, and I could feel the love flowing from his entire body.

I had never been in love before, but I knew the butterflies in my stomach must mean something.

He ran his hand on my boobs as we kissed, and this was also a new sensation for me, and I liked it.  I could feel my panties getting moist.

We stopped kissing, and I said, “I am a virgin, and I won't have sex my first time in this park.”

Ryan said, “I was not expecting that. If the time comes when you want to do it, please tell me.“

I did not say a word, then reached down and undid his pants and pulled out his cock. I began stroking it, and he became instantly hard.

He looked over at me, and we began kissing again as I jerked him off.

He pulled back after a couple of minutes and said, “I am going to cum.”

I dropped down on my knees quickly, just in time to take his cock into my mouth and feel his load shoot down my throat.

I got back up, and he kissed me and said, “That was fucking great.”

We went to his car, and he drove me home and made another date.

When I went to bed that night. I thought about what I did by taking his load down my throat. I am not experienced, but I am also very aware of sex. Sucking on his cock as briefly as it was, I wanted to try it again sometime soon.

……....

I was getting ready the following Saturday to go out with Ryan when my mom popped into my room and asked, “Are you getting serious with Ryan?”

I turned and looked at her and said, “What do you mean, serious? If you think I am going to marry him anytime soon, then you've got it wrong. He is a nice guy and someone I care for, and for now, that is where it is at.”

She said, “Okay, Nightingale. I am glad you two are hitting it off, and from what I have seen, he does seem like a good guy. Just be careful if you know what I mean.”

She left, and I thought about what she said, and she was right. I needed to get on the pill.

Ryan knocked on the door, and as usual, my mom beat me to the door and let him in.

I got downstairs in time to hear them finishing their greetings.

I hugged my mom and said, “Thanks for the advice, and I will take care of that soon.”

She gave me a puzzled look.

We went to another movie, and this time I picked what we were going to see, but it didn't matter because we spent most of it making out.

At one point, his hands were twirling all over my boobs. I knew he was getting horny, and I thought afterward I would try giving him a real blowjob.

We went to our park as we had done before, and again he said, “Hope, please sing me a song.”

This time, I chose to sing Hungry Eyes.

That song reminded me of the look he had been giving me.

After I finished the song, he said, “You need a manager and a band. Your voice is too good not to be shared with the world.”

I turned a little red with embarrassment and said, “Thank you.”

He hugged me, and we began to kiss again, and I let my hand drop down to his crotch to see if I was right, and he did have a hard-on.

I stopped kissing him and said, “Let me take care of that.”

I unzipped his pants, and his cock flopped out as hard as hell. I took the tip of it into my mouth and began sucking on it.

He pushed my head down so that I could take the entire length of his cock into my mouth.

I began bobbing my head up and down on his cock. It only took a few minutes before I felt him explode a load of cum into my mouth.

I pulled away, and Ryan said, “Fuck, that was great.”

He took me home, and we kissed.

This was how almost all our dates went over the next several months.  

I did get some birth control, but we never went that far.

…………………………………………

The school year ended, and we both graduated. Then came the summer, and we stayed as a couple. Then things changed.  We chose different colleges. I went to L.A. to attend a music school, and he chose a business school in the Midwest.

We stayed in contact, and I missed him. I always wanted to have sex with him but never did.

That sort of changed in my second year of school. I met a drummer named Sean, and I liked him, and he sometimes played while I sang at school.

After class one day, he asked me out, and we went to a local hangout.

We were talking, and he told me what a great voice I had. It sounded like Ryan was talking to me.

One thing led to another, and I soon found myself in his apartment naked.

I sucked his cock to begin with, and he looked down at me and said, “I want to fuck you, Hope.”

I looked up at him and said, “I am a virgin and saving myself. If you want to rub your cock against my pussy that would be okay. Just don't stick it in me, okay?”

He did exactly that, and he probed my pussy with his cock as he masturbated. I so much wanted him to fuck me. He never did and splashed a load of cum all over my belly.

That was the only time that happened, as two days later, Ryan called me and said, “Nightingale, I have some news for you that I think you will like. I met a guy at school whose dad is the head of a record company, and I talked him into hearing you sing. All you have to do is tell me when you can get here, and I will set up a time for him to hear you.”

I was shocked and excited to hear this and replied, “Wow. Ryan, thank you so much, and I can be there in a couple of days. Is that okay?”

I flew across the country to get there, and I was shaking the whole time. I was so nervous, and the thoughts of what happened to me in my senior year of high school kept dancing in my head.

Ryan met me at the airport, and it was like old times.

As soon as I got in his car, we kissed, and all my feelings for him came flooding back to me.

We got to my audition, and I went into a studio where I was to sing, and this old guy came in and said, “I am Jerry. I am the head of this company, and I understand from what I have heard that you are a singer with an exceptional voice. What I would like you to do is sing a few songs for me, and I want you to pick a couple of different types. I want to hear the range of your voice.”

He left the room, and there I was, standing in front of a microphone, wondering if I could do this.

I picked three songs I thought I sang well and began singing them.

Halfway through my second song, Jerry came into the studio and said, “That's enough. I heard what I needed to hear.”

I thought, oh shit, I failed so bad he didn't even let me sing three full songs.

He put his hands on my shoulders and said, “I want to sign you to a record deal right now.  The way you sing is like an art. Your voice is beautiful, and we will get a band together and begin practicing right away. What do you think, Hope?”

I stood there in shock for a moment and finally spat out, “Thank you. Thank you. Yes, please let's do this.”

Jerry said, "Come back in about a week, and I will have the contracts set up for you to sign. I will call you when they are ready. I don’t normally say this to possible clients, but you are so young, and my son is a friend of Ryan. You need to get a manager, and for these contracts you need a lawyer.”

I replied, “I will do that, and thanks again.”

Ryan and I left, and we went out to his car, and I looked at him and said, “I don’t have the words to thank you enough. You believed in me.”

I leaned over and kissed him, and there we sat kissing in a parking lot for who knows how long.

Ryan invited me to stay at his apartment that night. I knew what the one way to thank him was.

The first thing I did was call my parents, and they were so excited for me, and my dad knew a lawyer who would help me.

I hung up and kissed Ryan.

We stopped, and Ryan said, “Glad to hear you got a lawyer. What about a manager? What are you going to do?”

I looked at him and said, “You don’t know who I want as a manager? Go stand in your bathroom and look in the mirror.”

His eyes grew big, and he said, “Me? You want me? I have never done anything like this before. Maybe you should get someone who knows what they are doing.”

I replied, “You may not be experienced, but I will never find anyone who has my back like you, Ryan. I love you, Ryan.”

He came over and hugged me, then we kissed.

I pulled away and said, “Ryan, I want to make love to you.”

He took my hand and led me to his bedroom. He dimmed the lights and began taking my clothes off.

He slipped my shirt over my head, then undid my bra, exposing my tits.

He leaned over and sucked on one of my boobs and twisted the other one’s nipple. I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it over his head, stopping him from playing with my boobs.

Then he pulled down my pants, then pulled off my panties. He looked at me and smiled and said, “Not only can you sing like a nightingale, but you have the body of a goddess. Damn, Hope, you are perfect in every way.”

He just looked at me as he took off the rest of his clothes. His cock was at full attention as he took off his boxers.

I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my hand and sucked on the tip of his cock. He looked down at me as I took his whole cock into my mouth and stroked it as hard as I could.

He pulled me up to my feet after a few minutes and said, “Please get into bed.”

I jumped into his bed, and he slowly parted my legs and licked and fingered my pussy.

His tongue swirled all over my pussy. Within a couple of minutes, I had an orgasm, soaking his face with my juices.

I pulled his head up and said, “Fuck me, Ryan. Fuck me good.”

I watched him put the tip of his cock on my pussy lips and push it back and forth before he finally slid it into me. My head jerked backward.

I looked at him and said, “Fuck I wish we had been doing this for years. This feels so damn good. Don’t stop.”

He leaned down and held me and kissed me as his cock slid in and out of me. The feeling shooting through my body was one I had never felt before.

Ryan said, “Roll over, I want to fuck you doggie style.”

I rolled over and put my ass in the air, and soon felt his cock slide back into my pussy.  

He brought me to countless orgasms before he shot a huge load of cum into my pussy.

He got off me, and I fell back onto the bed and said, “That was fantastic, let's do it again.”

He smiled and said, “Give me a few minutes.”

He lay in bed for a little while, then I said, “How about we fuck in the shower, and I will sing for you as we do. That's where I learned how to sing.”

Before I could say another word, he picked me up and carried me to the shower and said, “This is my two favorite things to do in the world. Hear you sing and make love to you.”

I thought quickly about what song to sing to him, then it hit me. I sang "Love Me Like You Do."

I put my hands against the wall, then he bent me over and slid his cock into me as I tried to sing. I hit a few sour notes each time I had an orgasm.

He flipped me around and picked up my leg and put his cock back into me and said, I want to watch you sing as we do this.”

I was about done with a song when he shot another load of cum into me.

We got out and dried off, and we spent the rest of the night kissing and fucking.

The next day we got down to business, and we decided to legally change my name to just Nightingale.

We also set up some parameters about what we thought I should make and do.

The day after that, we sat and waited to hear from Jerry, and finally, late in the afternoon, he called and then faxed the contracts to us.

I then sent them to my lawyer, and the following morning I got them back with his suggestions.

I called Jerry, and we set a time to meet and go over everything.

Jerry looked at what my lawyer had done and said, “Done. All I need is a signature from you.”

Well, the rest is history, as they say. It took a couple of years and a few original songs, but I became a singing sensation.

On a break from recording, Ryan and I went back home.  He took me to the park where we first met, dropped to his knees, and proposed. Ryan and I are now married, and I could not be happier.

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Back in my office waiting for the interview, all this thinking about Ryan and sex has made me horny as hell.

I looked down at my watch and thought I surely had enough time to take a shower before the interviewer got here. Maybe sing a song, and while I sing, and well, you know.