Chapter 29

When I woke the next morning, it was to her gently playing with my erection. We were still spooned, her back to my chest; she had reached back between us and was lightly stroking me; I returned the favor by cupping her exposed breast and rolling her nipple between my fingers. Her breathing quickened and she moaned a little; she lifted her upper leg and reached down between her legs with her other hand and got my cock in position, then eased her hips back. I slowly slipped into her warm, wet depths; when I was fully encased, she gave a slightly louder moan; then started working herself back against me. One of her hands was still at her groin; I moved my hand from her breast and joined her hand there; I entwined my fingers in hers, then started gently circling her clit. I got her to show me what to do with our fingers, what she liked; she moved her free hand up to her breast and started pulling it and pinching the nipple. We must have been doing it right; soon she was quivering in my arms and gasping; “Oh baby, so good, sooo gooood!”

I could feel her give a small, internal spasm; then she rolled to her stomach, dragging me on top of her. “Fuck me baby, FUCK ME!” she throatily demanded, thrusting her ass back at me. This was my favorite position; I hammered into her for a couple minutes, trying to hold back; when I felt my peak approaching, I leaned back on one arm and used my free hand to squeeze one of her ass cheeks. I was a little surprised when she reached back with her hands and spread those cheeks for me; then I saw her rosebud quivering. I licked one finger, then tickled her asshole for a few seconds before slowly inserting the tip. That set her off; she was madly humping back at my cock and finger, thrashing around on the bed; “YES, YES, YES; MORE, MORE, MORE.” she chanted as I spurted deep inside her. She gushed a bit, then stilled for a second before resuming her thrashing; to more liquids spilling out of her, and around my cock. “Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhhhhh,” she mumbled as she came down. Damn, what a way to start the day. It took a couple more minutes for our breathing to steady, and she was ready for me to roll off her.

“What was that; did I wet the bed?” she asked with an embarrassed smile when she finally turned her head to me.

I kissed her forehead, then her lips when she offered them; “No honey, you just squirted a little extra lubrication.”

“You playing with my bottom really does something to me,” she said. “Is that strange, does it bother you?”

“No baby, I’m fine with it; actually, I’ve tried anal with a couple of my ladies; they seemed to really like it. It takes a bit of preparation for it, though.”

“I think I want to try it sometime.”

“That is a very strong muscle to try to past; though gay guys seem to do it all the time. There’s also a lot of nerve ending there; that’s why it’s so intense if you like it. We’d also need to use some artificial lubrication, and do a little bit cleaning before; and slowly work up to the size of my cock; I don’t think you just want me to go at it. You think about it; we can just keep doing what has worked so far.”

“I want to try everything with you,” she murmured. “This is all so new and exciting; and I know you won’t hurt me. Maybe before you leave...”

“It’s up to you,” I tell her; but we need to get up and shower now, get ready for the day; it’s going to be a long, hot one.”

We got up and got cleaned up; Karen was intrigued by my shaving in the shower, and trimming my pubic hair for her. That got her to shave her bush completely; she loved how clean she felt, and how sensitive her mound was when she was finished. She especially liked me smoothing some lotion over her privates when she was done; which almost got us going again. She dressed in one of the new band t-shirts and short shorts, with a pair of sandals; I stuck to my running shorts and shoes, and one of the new shirts. When we met JB and Angie in the living room, they were pretty much dressed the same; we headed for the main house, and breakfast.

Afterwards Bob put a pile of stuff he thought we needed together; we loaded it up into a couple vehicles and after a light lunch; took off for town a little after 2. Downtown was packed; the city has setup parking at a couple schools and the university, and was using buses to ferry people back and forth. Bob had a pass that had us parking behind the club; we brought the stuff we’d brought into the club and stashed it there, then walked around a bit, checking out the venue.

When we got there, I realized that 4 blocks were closed off to traffic; the main stage was at the far eastern end, next to the river. Ours was at the far western end of the closed off area, with a third stage setup in the middle. Each stage has its own sound system setup for the surrounding crowd; speakers directed at them; there was a little sound overlap, but not much. The city had set out hundreds of sturdy chairs in each section, and many people had brought their own folding aluminum chairs; from my quick estimate there were several thousand people downtown and along the river. The fire department had several hoses connected to ‘misting stations’ along the side of the road, so people could get a little relief from the heat. Most of the bars and restaurants were open, selling food and drinks; it seemed to be pretty well organized.

We walked up and down the street, checking out the other bands; then back to our stage to prepare. The band we were following was pretty good, like the others they were just doing country and western songs; we were told they were a couple of songs away from finishing; we needed to get ready to make the swap. The change over took about 15 minutes; this time Bob had us all standing by, then started us off with ‘Ring of Fire’. After that he turned the lead mic over to me; I introduced us and said we’d be doing a little bit of everything, then JB and I started ‘Johnny B Goode’ to a few cheers, we’re off. It was very warm, but tolerable; I quickly noticed we had a little bit younger crowd in our part of the street. It seemed to be mostly college students and teenagers, with a few families and children around; all having a good time; they quickly caught on to singing along with us when I pointed at them. We did a few older country and pop hits, then finished the first set with a few Beatles songs that went over very well.

During the break I discovered Becky and a bunch of her friends were there, mingling with a bunch of Angie and Karen’s friends; JB and I got surrounded for a while, trying to say hello to everyone. We kept the first break short; JB and I quickly got back onstage and did 20 minutes ourselves before Bob and Tom re-joined us; this time we added a few of the Motown classics. I continued to talk and joke with the audience; I asked if they’d heard about the three-legged dog, looking for the mangy cur that had shot his paw; when that got a lot of laughing groans, I told them to just wait, it was probably going to get a lot worse. In between songs I asked what it meant when holy water smoked and sizzled when it hit your skin; and if they were still considered ‘bad habits’, if I liked them? I closed out the first set by saying that it was perfectly OK to talk to yourself, and even answer yourself; but a little sad if you had to repeat yourself because you weren’t listening.

JB and I got more of a break the second time; Bob had a couple folks he knew come up and sing a couple country songs with him and Tom. Karen’s parents were there now; I talked a little bit with Paul and Anna while drinking a gallon of sweet iced tea, try to get some liquids back in me. I was soaked with sweat and tried to keep a little bit of a distance between us; Paul waved it off, saying he’d smelled lots worse. Anna said she was enjoying the performance, and really liked the Motown stuff; turned out she was originally from Detroit; how had I not been told about that? I chatted with them for a couple minutes, then Carol and Karen joined us for a moment, just before I went back on stage for the third set. It was now a bit after 6, and starting to get a little cooler, we did a real mix of stuff; ‘Sweet Caroline’, ‘Wake Up Little Susie’, ‘Fire and Rain’, ‘Come Monday’, ‘You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling’, ‘Country Roads’ and others; all were enthusiastically received and cheered.

The third and last break came and went; I started the last set with the announcement that we had a few t-shirts and cassettes left for sale, but they were going quick. It was getting close to fireworks time; we did ‘America the Beautiful’, and ‘This Land is Your Land’; just to be a little patriotic; then a couple of the simpler songs, then our acapella version of ‘On the Boardwalk’; then closed with ‘Pretty Woman’, ‘Brown Eyed Girl’, and ‘The Most Beautiful Girl’. Our last song was ‘I Walk the Line’; which we dedicated to our ladies; Carol, Joan, Angie, and Karen; whom we talked into coming up on stage. Truthfully, we were just trying to score a couple brownie points with the ladies, we didn’t care how we did it. When we finished; I announced this stage was closing down for the night, fireworks would start by the river a little after 8; then there’d be a last 2-hour performance at the main stage from 9 to 11 by the Grand Ole Opry crew. A final good night and thanks for coming; we were done.

I was soaked in sweat; without thinking about it I peeled off my t-shirt while on stage, to wring it out and dry off a little with a towel that Karen handed me. A final round of applause and cheers from the crowd, and chanting from some female voices of ‘take it off’. I was initially embarrassed but Karen saved the day by spinning me around for the audience, then theatrically kissing me as the main stage-lights got shut down. The rest of the guys were laughing and teasing me; Bob saying we’d have to incorporate that the next time we played. The ladies had saved us the last dry band t-shirts, and we all changed shirts once we got off-stage. We just stashed our gear in the club for overnight, we’d retrieve it later; and walked down to the river to view the fireworks. We listened to the Opry show at the main stage for a while, but we left that early; we were all tired, and made it back to the Brooks place about 11.

What a day; we were tired but still a little wound up; we all ended up in the main house rehashing our performance. We had a couple celebratory drinks; wine for the ladies, mostly beer for the guys; I rarely drank and could really feel the second one. Bob said we had done exceptionally well; he’d already had a couple queries about the availability of the ‘no-name band’ at other clubs and events. We had an offer of $1200 for a couple hours Saturday night, if we wanted it; we needed to let them know by Friday afternoon. His problem in the future, he said to me, was going to be finding someone who could talk as comfortably as I did on stage between songs. I told him a bunch of the jokes came from magazines and books; from Readers Digest to Playboy, and listening to comedians on TV and radio; he needed to find someone who read a lot and paid attention. At midnight we had finally relaxed a bit; we bid Bob and Carol goodnight, and headed for the pool house.

We’ve got nothing planned for Friday; I think it was Angie that suggested a dip in the pool. That sounded good to JB and me; though he and I needed a quick shower to rinse off the dried sweat first. Then I realized I didn’t have a swim suit, and Karen said she hadn’t brought hers either; the ladies huddled and decided skinny-dipping was okay, as long as we kept the pool lights off. We went to our respective rooms to rinse off and get towels; “Are you okay with this?” Karen asked me. “I’m a little nervous, but a little excited too; I’ve been naked in the pool at home, but that was by myself and with some girlfriends.”

“This will be fine,” I told her. “Being nude doesn’t bother me; and while I’ve never seen Angie in her birthday suit before, I pretty much know what she’s going to look like. You are going to make JB’s eyes bug out, though.”

She giggled and gave me a little slap, “I’m already nervous, don’t make it worse. We’ll just keep the towels around us until just before we get in the water.”

That’s what we did. The pool water felt great; and it did interesting things to Angie’s and Karen’s nipples, to their laughing dismay. Angie had a very nice body, about what I expected; JB admired Karen for a couple seconds, then turned his attention back to Angie. Karen got a little flustered when she remembered she had shaved her pubic hair; she relaxed a little when it became apparent that Angie was mostly shaved down there, also.

At first, we stayed a little apart from the other couple; but slowly we drifted closer and closer as we chatted with each other. Eventually we got comfortable with all the exposed skin; it was very nice watching the girl’s breasts floating in the clear water; they thought it was interesting how the guy’s cocks and balls pretty much disappeared from sight. After about 30 minutes we got out, wrapped the towels around us, and went to our respective bedrooms.

“That was cool,” Karen said as we dried off and got ready for bed. “I thought Angie has a nice body; sometimes I wish I was as slender as she is.”

“And she probably wishes she had your tits from time to time,” I said. “You both have exceptional bodies; but I wouldn’t trade yours for anyone else’s, honey.”

She giggled and wrapped herself around me; “Me either; JB’s body looks good, but yours is better. Why don’t you put it to use, and take me to bed.”

I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to bed, her laughing all the way. It was over an hour before we finally went to sleep; pleasantly exhausted and satisfied.

Friday morning, nothing to do except decide if we wanted to perform at one of the clubs on Saturday night. We all got up reasonably early and I got to make breakfast for everyone; Carol and I cleaned up afterwards while Bob called Tom to see how he was doing. It sounded like he was okay, but didn’t want to do a club performance Saturday night. Bob then called the club we had been playing at, to see if maybe they wanted us back as a trio Saturday night; 10 minutes later it was set.

Three hours, from 9 pm to midnight, $1200; Bob said it would be an even split, $400 apiece; damn, I might have to rethink this music thing. After a little talking, we decided we’d do it a little differently; invite individuals up on stage to perform a song with us. We figured we had enough of a following that the audience would know the songs they had heard us do already; we’d make it work. Karen wanted me to take her home, she at least needed to get her bathing suit; maybe we could take in a movie or something later; go to dinner maybe. Bob and Carol begged off; they could use a quiet night at home; the four of us were on our own for the day.

We decided to all go to Karen’s home; Paul and Anna were there and we ended up talking with them for a couple hours. Nothing intense or probing, just casual conversation. Us three guys ended up sitting by the pool, mostly talking about the military and how things were changing; Viet Nam was seriously winding down, many of our troops had been withdrawn; and there were calls for President Nixon to step down. The ladies were in the kitchen talking; we didn’t know about what, but I could bet it wasn’t the military or politics. We eventually joined them in the kitchen; most of the talk then was about the Fourth of July show we had put on; the Whites were now serious fans of the ‘no-name band’. We were all invited back anytime; JB, Angi, Karen, and I headed out to find a theatre.

After a little discussion, the four of us decided to see the late afternoon showing of the new release “Chinatown”, starring Jack Nicholson. A good movie with a twist at the end; the girls especially liked it. We decided to just do burgers at one of the downtown clubs for supper; then of course the girls wanted to go dancing, which lasted until almost 11 pm. Just before midnight we were back at the pool house; it appeared Bob and Carol were already in bed, a midnight swim in the pool seemed to be in order. Everyone else was in swim suits, the girls were rocking their modest bikinis; unfortunately all I had was my lightweight nylon running shorts. I wasn’t thinking again, all I had on was the running shorts; 30 minutes later, when I climbed out of the water, the shorts were plastered to me and my privates were on clearly silhouetted. The girls started chanting ‘take it off’; when I hesitated Angie pulled her bikini top off and threw it at me; Karen’s quickly followed. I glanced at JB and he just smiled and shrugged; I did a quick little strip-tease and dove back in; within seconds we’re all skinny-dipping again.

Unlike the night before; soon we were next to each other, then the girls tried to dunk JB. With a surprise attack they got him pretty quickly; while they were occupied, I snuck up and got hold both of them around the shoulders, and dunked them. The battle was on then for a few minutes; initially I was at a definite disadvantage, all three of them were several inches taller; eventually we worked our way to chest-deep water. Somehow Angie ended up trying to dunk me alone, and I was doing pretty good defending myself; until she brushed and then grabbed my cock. I wasn’t totally erect, but you try to keep your composure, wrestling with a couple of nubile, naked women; the surprise came when she didn’t immediately let go, but started stroking me under the water. Karen was still attempting to dunk JB, and doing a pretty good job of it; he was trying desperately not to grope her, and was having a hard time finding someplace to get ahold of on her body that wasn’t ‘off-limits’. Obviously, Angie had decided that nothing was forbidden; the next surprise came when she wrapped her legs around me from the side, not letting go of my erection.

“What are you doing?” I sputtered, as I reluctantly tried to get away.

“Distracting you,” she chuckled, as she attempted to put me in a head-lock and pull me under. Unfortunately for her, that put one of her boobs right in front of my mouth, so I diverted her attention too. When I sucked her breast into my mouth and tongued her nipple; she suddenly stilled, and pulled me even closer; then gasped, released me, and pulled away.

“You cheated!” she giggled, splashing water at me.

“You started it,” I retorted with my own smile.

“You’re stronger and faster, we need every advantage we can find to win!” she laughed.

“Well, you shouldn’t be surprised when we don’t follow the rules either,” I laughed at her, splashing her back.

It seemed that JB had finally gotten control of Karen and was just about to push her under; suddenly his mouth formed a silent surprised ‘O’, and he tried to push her away. “This one is cheating too,” he declared, as Karen came up sputtering and laughing; “she grabbed my balls and wouldn’t let go!”

“I ended up teasing Angie’s tits; that’s what it took for me to get away.” I said.

Angie playfully attacked me again, this time I didn’t fool around; it only took a couple seconds before I had her from behind; my arms wrapped around her and a nice, full breast in each hand. JB noted my hold; when Karen attempted to dunk him again, he quickly got her in the same position; her full breasts overflowing his hands. The two girls squealed and giggled madly, but there was no way for them to get loose; eventually they quit struggling and just leaned back against us, their hands over ours.

“Okay guys, this has been fun; but you win, and need to let us go now,” Angie quietly chuckled; but she gently squeezed my hands as she said it, wiggling her ass against my groin.

“Yeah; this is nice JB, but I want Carl’s hands on me now,” Karen murmured; as JB gently fondled her breasts.

We reluctantly let go, and the girls swam to the other guy; I’m not sure what the other couple was doing, but Karen quickly found my erection under the water and started playing with it.

“I found Mr. Woody; and he’s come out to play,” Karen quietly sang out, with a giggle.

“Me too!” Angie announced with her own giggle. “You just can’t trust men, can you?”

“You can trust you’ll get this reaction just about every time,” I told the two of them. “You two are the sexiest water nymphs I’ve ever seen; you shouldn’t be surprised when you get this result from your playing,” I laughed. “Now; how are we guys supposed to get out of the water like this?”

“Maybe we can just sit on the side of the pool until the swelling goes down,” JB laughed.

“You do that,” the girls laughed; “just how long do you think it will take?”

“As long as you two don’t keep stimulating us; no more than two or three hours,” JB chuckled, swimming to the side of the pool.

“Yeah,” I laughed as I swum next to JB, and hauled myself out of the pool and sat on the side. “We should be okay before daylight.”

JB pulled himself up next to me; we both ran our hands along our heads and bodies, brushing off the water. “You ladies just stay out there for a few minutes,” he said, “give us a chance to cool down.”

“What if we don’t want you to cool down?” Angie said with a twinkle in her eye, as she swam up in front of him.

“Maybe we want you to warm us up, instead,” Karen said with another grin; swimming up in front of me. The depth of the water where we were sitting was just over 3 feet; when she stood up and leaned forward to kiss me, her magnificent breasts were on full display, nipples erect.