Me and Bobbie McGee
Copyright© 2025 by JRyter
Chapter 14
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 14 - 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
I’ve never seen so much as a picture of Becky Cochran. I never even knew C W has a daughter. But when I saw her walking toward me, smiling as she kicked that long white suede leather skirt with each step of her boots, I knew without a doubt, this tall blonde young woman has to be the daughter of C W Cochran.
She’s wearing a long sleeve white suede leather jacket with leather fringe on the sleeves. She’s not wearing makeup and her smile is making me smile as she walks right up in front of me, to stop within inches.
“Beau William Carter, I recognized you from across this wide lobby, as soon as I saw you. C W described you to a T, and I am so glad I get to meet you. May I hug you and tell you how much I love your music?”
No way was I going to back up from this beauty. I reached out to her as she stepped into my arms and pressed herself against me from her knees to her titties. Then she sort of wiggled and squirmed even closer.
“Hold me Beau. I’m shivering like it’s cold, I’m so nervous about meeting you and getting to hug you like this.”
“Becky, I never knew C W has a daughter until I met Olivia and Alice earlier, and they told me about you as soon as we arrived. Uh, there’s a lot of people watching us, and as bad as I hate to tell you, I’m about to embarrass myself with you holding me close to your body like this.”
“Will you let me escort you out into the mall lobby and show you around? C W told me to help you feel relaxed and at ease before, and after each of your appearances here, and I even asked if I could accompany you, Astrid, and Cali down to Atlanta when we leave here.”
“Really? I mean, heck yeah. I hope you do. Uh, I’m sure you know by now, that I get really nervous each time I meet a beautiful woman. I mean, well ... let’s take a tour of this huge lobby and you can show me where the stage will be set up.”
“Beau, if you think you’re nervous, you should hold my hand and feel me shaking so hard, I’m afraid to turn you loose, or I may stumble.”
“Really? You seem so calm and relaxed next to me, and I’m the one who’s afraid I may say or do something to offend you. I’ve never been around a lot of girls, or women either, until recently, and I still get nervous when someone like you wants to hold my hand and press your ... ahhh, self against my arm.”
“I can step away from you and still give you a tour of this place if it bothers you that my breast is against your arm. I hope I don’t embarrass you when I tell you that my breasts are two sizes larger than Astrid’s and I’ve never had to wear a bra since they suddenly popped out on my chest when I was thirteen. If it will make you feel any better, no man or boy has ever seen them, nor even felt them pressing against his arm like this.”
“Stay close to me if you will. It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just that I’m easily affected, to a point that I embarrass myself at times.”
“Beau, I know we just met, but will you let me be one of your close friends? I have never dated and I have never let a boy touch me, or even see me without my clothes, since I know what they want and I want to save myself for a special someone in my life.”
“I may not be that friend you’re looking for, cause I can’t help but feel that way about all the pretty girls I meet. I have a hard time being friends with someone if they keep wanting to get closer. Those sisters who met me when we first arrived, were not one bit bashful about letting me know what they want. Uh, I hate to admit this to you, but they didn’t waste any time telling and showing me how they feel...
“Up until a few months ago, I had never been around girls at all. Then all of a sudden, there were girls all around me who wanted to be close, like this.”
“That’s because you are so tall and handsome, and so real that everyone wants to be close to you, and know you better. I guess I’m the same way, though I tried hard not to be. Then when I saw you in person as you entered this building, I wanted to be even closer to you than this ... if you know what I mean.”
“Well, I have to admit too, when I first saw you, I knew who you were and right away, and I wanted to be close to you too. Now, here I am making it hard on myself cause I’m afraid of messing up a chance to be friends with you.”
“Beau?”
“Yes.”
“Squeeze my hand and lets be friends. I would rather get to know you personally, privately, and intimately, than stop here and never get to know you as my friend.”
“You just said what I wanted to say, but I was afraid to tell you that, cause I knew I’d make it come out all wrong. Becky, I’m proud to call you my friend, and you better start now, letting Astrid and Cali know you and I are friends, cause they are like my bodyguards when someone tries to get too close.”
“I’ve already talked to Astrid and she told me I would have to convince you to let me be your friend. That you are so leery of some girls coming on to you, but she told me she would help me if she needs to.”
“I’m glad she told you. She’s not just my PR person, she’s a close friend.”
“I know, she told me some about herself and you, without telling me all about it.”
I looked directly at her for the first time since we walked out into the lobby. She’s smiling as she squeezes my hand.
“Beau, I need to tell you something...”
“Okay.”
“I wanted you like this before I ever met you.”
“I wanted you like this, as soon as I saw you smiling, and walking toward me, as if you already knew me. I’ve never been good at talking to girls like this, and if we can, lets just let it happen between us and enjoy our time together. Don’t push and I won’t shy away.”
“That’s another thing about you that C W, and Astrid both told me. You can express yourself in a way to make it plain that you like someone, and at the same time caution them to just let it happen and not make plans, or ask for more.”
“I’ve never even thought of me being like that, but I suppose I am at times. Especially when I’m with someone as happy and beautiful as you. Before I say something I shouldn’t, show me all about this amazing mall.”
“Yes, let’s cut across this area that’s already cordoned off with rope. We’ll come out the other side near the Bowling Alley.”
“Bowling Alley?”
“Yes, there are eight lanes, and it’s open from the outside entrance twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Plus, it’s open at the inside entrance, from 8:00 AM until 10:00 PM. And if you think that part’s amazing, just wait until you see the movie theater. There are six screens and its open twelve hours a day from noon until midnight Monday through Thursday. Then twenty-four hours a day Friday, Saturday ... then, Sunday until midnight.”
“May I ask you a really personal question?”
“Sure.”
“You call your daddy C W, is there a reason for that?”
“Yes, and I’ll try to explain. You see, C W is so well known that I was afraid to call him Daddy, or talk about my daddy, especially all the years I went through high school, then college. I asked him if he had a problem with me calling him C W and he told me right away, that he understood. I love my daddy like any girl would love her daddy, but I didn’t want to mess around and make him ashamed of me, if I screw-up and get my name in the papers. I need to confess too, he wants me to work my way in, and eventually help him manage his group of many, many Country Music Stars.”
“I admire you, just because you love your daddy enough to not bring shame on him. Uh, if you keep touching me like that, you’ll learn that I’m not ashamed to let a girl or woman know what she’s doing to me, and already, it makes me think there’s more to you than a pretty woman.”
“Oh, you can bet your sweet ass there is more to me, Dear ... And you just reminded me of an old song by Roy Orbison, way back years ago. I have always loved that old song, since C W sang it to me when I turned sixteen.”
“I remember hearing it a few times way back, and I’ve even played it on my harmonica many times, before I decided to bust out of those hills and try to make a name for myself.”
“You should record Pretty Woman. Though it’s an oldie, people love the way you make those oldies come alive again with your harmonica and guitar...
“Have you ever played Tennessee Waltz on your harmonica? C W used to sing that one to me when he was teaching me to dance.”
“I’ve only played it a few times, but I love the way Charlie McCoy makes that old song come alive, just as you stated. I could get use to you being around. You’re good for my ego and good at remembering the oldies that used to play on the radio years ago when I first started teaching myself to play my harmonica.”
“I could get accustomed to you being near me too. But I’m afraid to get too close, since you have so many women wanting to hear you perform, meet you in person, and even get a chance to talk to you in private. I feel so good, just being this close to you. You are so f’n - You, that I cannot help but want to know everything about you.”
“Just looking at you, listening to you, and seeing you here with me, makes me want to know you a lot better. I need to tell you though, I have three close friends who want to be even closer, and I’ve told them I need to concentrate on my music, and not get too close to anyone, just yet.”
“I understand, and I feel the same way about C W and me. If I were to tell everyone I’m his daughter, I would be hounded like crazy...
“Tell me Beau, can I be your close friend, if I promise not get so close, I’ll come right out and ask you to let me be naked with you?”
“WOW BECKY! I’m standing here wondering what you would do if I asked you that same question, worded a little different of course. Can we still be good friends long enough for both of us to know the answer to that? It’s all I can do to look at you and not want to see you ... I mean, see more of you.”
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