Me and Bobbie McGee
Copyright© 2025 by JRyter
Chapter 13
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 13 - A young man, aspiring to be a Country Music performer, happens to run into a young girl his age, who is also hoping to make it big in Country Music. After a scuffle in a Truck Stop, he helps her escape her father and step mother. They manage to hitch a ride with a trucker going to Nashville. Once there they lease a room together, and begin to explore Music Row. Their first big break comes when they are allowed to perform on a WSM Radio Sidewalk Broadcast.
Caution: This Young Adult Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa
“Because Astrid mentioned that your chauffeur is waiting in your Limo, and when she said Cali, I knew there is only one Cali. We got to talking and I finally dug it out of her that she and Cali both have tried to fuck you into submission, and that’s when I started making plans, to rape you if I have to...
“When you started playing, Angelina turned to me and asked if I managed to get a feel of your cock. I told her yes, that I nearly had a heart attack when I pressed my pussy against your cock.”
“You make me want you, and your daughter. But, it backs me into a corner where I’ve never been before. I’ve just turned eighteen, and I’ve just now been given the opportunity of a lifetime, to make music my way ... I’ve spent every day and night since before my thirteenth birthday, dreaming of making music with my old harmonica. Then, not long ago, I bought a guitar at a pawn shop and it seems like doors began opening for me, where there were never any doorways before.
“If I throw up my hands and get caught in a trap now, I’ll never know if I have what it takes to actually make the really big money, making music my way. Yet, I look at you, Angelina, Astrid, and Cali, and it’s all I can do to keep from ripping my clothes off to give each of you double, what you’re asking for, right here on this parking lot, even.
“There is no trap, Beau. Even if I did try to trap you, my son and my daughter would kill me and burn me to ashes. I have not had a dick in my pussy in over seventeen years. Give me your hand and I’ll let you feel a pussy that’s as small as Angeline’s and Cali’s.”
I could have stopped her ... but since we’re on the other side of the Limo from the others, I watched her lift her skirt, then let her place my hand on the smallest, smoothest, hairless, pussy I could have ever dreamed of.
She told me, “Angelina and Cali both have small pussies ... Don’t they?”
I tried to think of something to get out of this before I get shot or hanged.
“But Angelina told me that she has just turned seventeen.”
“Yes, but she will graduate a year early this spring. Besides that, Jason is retiring as soon as school’s out this spring. He and I have already filed our divorce papers, but we’re waiting until school is out, to let it be known. Please, Beau! Please, tell me that you will fuck my daughter and me.”
“I’M SORRY! I cannot tell you that, at this time. Call me, or call Astrid when you’re free, and we’ll talk then. That’s the best I can offer you at this time.”
“I can feel your cock stretching down your leg. You want me as much as I want you, don’t you?”
“Hell Yes I Do! But not now, not today anyway. Call Astrid or me when you’re free, and living by yourself, making plans like this, and we will talk. That’s all I can offer you at this time. Now, give me a hug and press your pussy against my cock, then get your sexy ass away from me before we’re caught.”
“Will you still let Donnie and Angelina come to your recording studio? Please, tell me yes.”
“Get with Astrid, and if she can make it happen, yes.”
“Thank you Beau. You have my word, I will never hurt you, or make you regret that you fucked my daughter and me.”
Astrid is sitting across from me as we head back. She opened her legs wide enough, I can see her pussy.
“That’s what you meant when you told me you were, sort of setting me up, wasn’t it?”
“Beau, if I confess something to you that I was sworn not to, will you still like me and let me continue as your P R agent?”
“You should know better than to even ask something like that. Did C W make you swear not to get in bed with me, or maybe not to let me screw around with some fans and get caught?”
“No, nothing like that, but he did tell me to help you screw around and not get caught, only he didn’t say it exactly in those words.”
“You’re kidding! Tell me what he did say, I can see him saying something close to that.”
“No I’m not kidding, and you’re right about him, only it was Cali who pinned him down.”
“I can just see that feisty young hot-ass woman asking C W if she can give me some pussy.”
“Actually, she asked him if she and I both can give you some pussy, if we swear to keep it close and never let it get out into the public.”
“And?”
“Then she asked him if we can help you get more pussy on the side, if we make sure you are never filmed or accused of being with an underage girl.”
“And?”
“He actually told us that he would rather we set up such meetings for you, than you never get any, or get some, and be deep into trouble way over your head.”
“Did he really say that? Hell, I know he did! You would never lie to me about something like that.”
“Thank you Beau. When you say things like that, it makes me want to crawl over on top of you as we ride.”
“We don’t have time or I would already have you sitting on my lap naked. Just help me keep from getting caught with someone who’s out to get her name in the papers, or threatens to accuse me of rape ... and we’ll work around the rest of this.”
“Could that possibly mean Cali and I get to be with you when you’re with Bobbie, Rily, and Rita?”
“Would you and Cali actually want to do that? I mean DAMN, five on one?”
“I would pay you to let us get naked with your three young, hot ass friends.”
“Don’t mention it to them, or even Cali, and next time I’m with all three of them at the condo for a few days, and the time is right, I’ll hit them with the idea. You better be ready too, all three of those girls would love to be naked with you and Cali.”
The Titans, NFL Nissan Stadium, seats sixty nine thousand, and it is packed to the brim. They told me later that the tickets are nineteen-fifty each, and I’ll get a dollar-fifty per seat, if it’s sold-out.
It is, and this will be my first real payday ... One hundred, three thousand, and change.
At times like this, I feel the urge to look in the mirror just to see if this really is me.
C W, Mr. Jason, Francine, Angelina, Astrid, Cali, Bobbie, Rily, Rita, with Charles, and his two daughters, and me ... are all standing in the enclosed seating, above the announcers booth as the National Anthem is being played.
I didn’t know it until his name is being announced, that Donnie is the starting quarterback. Then they told me that Angelina will introduce me for the half time show. I have twenty songs on my list and I’m supposed to play all of them, if time allows.
With fifteen minutes left in the first half, C W, Astrid, Angelina, and I made our way down to the field. As soon as the whistle blew to end the half, the grounds crew were setting up the stage at midfield.
In a matter of minutes the stage is ready, and the only thing on it is, my stool and the microphone stand next to it.
I’m nervous, and I’m excited too.
The crowd started cheering Angelina as she struts her sexy ass out to the stage. Her white silky blouse fits her huge titties like a second skin, her white miniskirt is the shortest I have ever seen, and her white boots have tassels that never stop flipping and flapping as she walks.
I had to laugh, when she stood by the microphone and announced...
“Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention please?”
This crowd is already standing and cheering for her.
The noise did stop as she started speaking.
“My father has given me the extreme honor of introducing to you, one of the most amazing young musicians we will ever have entertaining us. Some of you may have heard him on the radio by now, but just wait until you hear him play live, in person here today.
“If you will, please give him a big Nashville, Tennessee Welcome! Here he is Beau William Carter, better known as BEAU BILLY.”
As I made my way out to the stage, the roar of the crowd was like never ending thunder.
I’m wearing my Bull Hide Desperado Hat, a long sleeve white shirt, untucked, over a white t-shirt, my black boots and a pair of faded jeans.
Angelina grabbed me as soon as I set my guitar case on the stage. She has already told me she’s going to kiss me, and when she slammed her lips against mine, with her titties smashed against my chest, the thunder started again, until she backed up and threw both arms out toward me.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my extreme pleasure to be here today. But first of all, I want you to know, a few months ago I was fixing big-truck flats up in Kentucky at the Winchester 96 Truck Stop. I was born in coal country, up in Hardburly Kentucky and I’ve got to tell you, though I’ve come a long way to get here, I am so proud to be here with all of you on this day.
“I have a list of twenty songs I’d like to play for you in the time allotted me. If you will, keep any applause to a minimum and I’ll try my best to make this worth your time.”
I was putting my harmonica rig over my head and moving close to the mike as I talk.
I had just now noticed that my stool and mike, is fixed to a large round-table built into the center of the stage platform. As soon as I sat on my stool, I started slowly turning.
I started with ‘Shenandoah’ and to me, this is the best I have ever played that one. I knew there would be applause after the first one, and there was. I mean, this entire place is vibrating.
I waved my harmonica overhead and started with ‘Me and Bobby McGee’.
Then there was absolute silence until I played the last notes.
That’s the way it is each time as I play through my list, and each time, I wave my harmonica overhead to start my next one, and the next one.
I had yet to let anyone but Cali know about this last song I wanted to play, once I knew for sure I was going to be here.
She and I went way out in the country to a place she knew that’s quiet and secluded. Sitting on a log in the shade, I played it and played it, until I had this one down to where she even jumped up and clapped.
“Beau, I’ve never heard you play a fast one like that. You sound so damn good you made me want to sing and dance as you played.”
“I hope it comes out like that when I play it at the ballgame.”
As my turntable keeps turning, I waved my harmonica overhead a dozen times, then there was silence when I started.
ROCKY TOP ©1967
Song Writers: Felice Bryant / Bryant Boudleuaux ©
Wish that I was on ol’ Rocky Top - Down in the Tennessee hills Ain’t no smoggy smoke on Rocky Top - Ain’t no telephone bills Once I had a girl on Rocky Top - Half bear, other half cat - Wild as a mink, but sweet as soda pop - I still dream about that Rocky Top, you’ll always be - Home sweet home to me - Good ol’ Rocky Top Rocky Top, Tennessee - Rocky Top, Tennessee - Once two strangers climbed ol’ Rocky Top - Lookin’ for a moonshine still - Strangers ain’t come down from Rocky Top - Reckon they never will - Corn won’t grow at all on Rocky Top - Dirt’s too rocky by far - That’s why all the folks on Rocky Top Get their corn from a jar - Rocky Top, you’ll always be - Home sweet home to me - Good ol’ Rocky Top - Rocky Top, Tennessee - Rocky Top, Tennessee I’ve had years of cramped-up city life - Trapped like a duck in a pen - All I know is it’s a pity life - Can’t be simple again - Rocky Top, you’ll always be Home sweet home to me - Good ol’ Rocky Top - Rocky Top, Tennessee - Rocky Top, Tennessee - Rocky Top, Tennessee -
I knew there was going to be thunder and lightning at the end, but I had no idea it was going to be like this. I mean, they were still standing and clapping and yelling, even as the grounds crew were dismantling the stage.
As I was being escorted off the field and through the tunnel, I saw my friends ahead of me. They didn’t wait for me, they rushed me like they were going to tackle me.
Charles and C W were out front, reaching for me before they were even close enough to touch me.
Charles was first as he grabbed me by my shoulders, shaking me, then hugging me, before he told me. “If I have to hogtie you, and kidnap you, we are going to record that single TODAY! Where in the hell did you ever learn to play a song like that?”
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