Me and Bobbie McGee
Copyright© 2025 by JRyter
Chapter 15
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 15 - 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
“Have you listened to any of Amanda’s recordings? Have you even seen her photos?”
“No to both. I hope you have some of her recordings, so I can get an idea of how she sings, before she and I meet.”
“I do, and here are some of her photos, on stage, and at her ranch. There are three in here that will make your heart beat faster, at least they did mine.
“Look through those with her wearing jeans, and cutoff shorts so high, it’s proof she’s not wearing panties, not even a thong. Go ahead and drool and I’ll play a few of her songs back for you.”
“Are you being mean to her, or admiring her, for her tight fittin jeans?”
“If I tell you that I would love to pull those tight fittin jeans off her naked ass, would you laugh at me, and think I’m gay?”
“Not at all. As a matter of fact, I would love to be with you as you pull them off.”
“And if I’m wearing tight fittin jeans too?”
“Get ready, I’ll take yours off for you, any time you ask me.”
“You’re making me feel things I’ve never felt before, and I need to tell you, I love the way we can banter like this, without getting nasty about it.”
“Since I came to Nashville, I’ve learned there’s a difference in being nasty, and just having fun.”
“Before we get off this, please tell me which you like best.”
“Both, but I’m a boy.”
“Look at me Beau. I’m a girl, and I’ve never in my life have I had as much fun just talking face to face like this with a boy. You can smile as you look at me, and it makes me want you to teach me how to be so bad it hurts like hell, while I’m still enjoying it with no regrets.”
“But we’re not going to push it, since we want to wait, and get to know each other better, right?”
“Yes, and I agree with you. Though I already know, that one day I will experience being so bad with you, that you’ll make it the best thing that’s ever happened to me, in my entire life.”
“I couldn’t have said it better, and you need to think about writing those lines down, yourself. Now, let’s get ready for my first appearance. I’m nervous and I’m anxious at the same time. Do you know how many numbers I’m supposed to play each set?”
“On the paper C W gave me, you’re scheduled for twenty, but you can add five to that list if they keep wanting more, which C W, you, me, and all your fans know they will.”
“And if they still want more?”
“Then I say it’s up to you to play what you feel is enough for one performance. How many songs have you recorded, and or have ready to record?”
“I have no idea. I don’t have a list. I just play what I’m asked when we record. When I play like this, I play the numbers I’m asked to play. I’m sure I have played up to forty, or maybe even fifty songs since I started way back, and I’ve added many more along the way, that have never been recorded, by me anyway.
“I’m sure there are many that I played, way back when I first started, that aren’t as popular to the public as the new ones coming out now...
...”But then, I have to tell you too, and no offense to those new artists, but I just don’t have an urge to play very many of those newer ones.”
“I agree with some of that, and I grew up listening to George Strait. He has the most number-one hits of anyone in Country Music, ever. Do you ever play any of his?”
“I have many times, and I love all his songs, but I have never played them in front of an audience, or recorded any of his songs since I’ve been recording.”
“Do you play ‘Amarillo By Morning’?”
“OH WOW! Did you ever strike a nerve with that one. I love that one, and I love that fiddle, as it makes that song even more popular.”
“You said that as if you can make your harmonica stand in for your fiddle.”
“I have, but I’m not sure how this new harmonica can handle something so out of the ordinary, as that fiddle riff on Amarillo By Morning.”
“Play it for me now, and I’ll record it.”
“Okay, but let me play a few verses on my guitar, then check this harmonica out, just to get the feel of this one, tackling that most famous fiddle riff. I’ll nod to you in plenty of time for you to start recording.
AMARILLO BY MORNING
Written by: Terry Stafford and Paul Fraser ©1973
George Strait arrangement
Amarillo by mornin’ Up from San Antone Everything that I got Is just what I’ve got on
When that Sun is high In that Texas sky I’ll be buckin’ at the county fair -
Amarillo by mornin’ Amarillo I’ll be there
They took my saddle in Houston Broke my leg in Santa Fe Lost my wife and a girlfriend Somewhere along the way
But I’ll be lookin’ for eight When they pull that gate And I hope that Judge ain’t blind - Amarillo by mornin’ Amarillo’s on my mind
Amarillo by mornin’ Up from San Antone Everything that I got Is just what I’ve got on
I ain’t got a dime But what I’ve got is mine I ain’t rich - But Lord, I’m free -
Amarillo by mornin’ Amarillo’s where I’ll be Amarillo by mornin’ Amarillo’s where I’ll be...
“BEAU! OH MY LORD BEAU! You have got to record that one as soon as you can get back in the studio. You made goose bumps run up and down my arms when you broke out with that fiddle screaming to be heard over your guitar.”
“Play it back for me. I was so deep into that one with this new harmonica, I lost myself in my own music.”
“Okay, here we go. Just listen to that fiddle as you lead in.”
“You’re right! That does sound like a fiddle, when I hit that really high pitch, then string it out.”
“You should play that solo for her, when you first sit down to back up Amanda...
“And for real, I would love to hear you play that one first, when you play both shows today. Speaking of which, it’s getting close to showtime.”
“Any more requests?”
“Help Me Make It Through The Night”
“Is that a request, or were you getting personal?”
“Both, but I’ll beg if I have to.”
“I don’t have any condoms.”
“I saw four in Susan’s desk drawer.”
“Becky, we’re already going faster than we agreed to, at first.”
“Beau, I think I may be outrunning you, and now I’m waiting for you to catch me, then screw me naked until I can take a deep breath, then beg you to screw me even more.”
“I’ve noticed that you’re a lot like me when you get excited about sex. I use cuss words more then, than I do getting there.”
“I’ve never been there, but here I am, wishing and hoping you will take me there, before I have to beg you to screw me.”
“We don’t have much time now, would you rather have a quickie now, or wait until we can make the best of it, for both of us?”
“I would love to make it the best-ever for you, since you are the one with experience, and I’m the one who wants you to hold me, love me, then put your cock inside my pussy and screw me until I pass out, then wake up to see you smiling at me, as if you want more.”
“Is that a dream of yours, or did you read that somewhere?”
“It’s my hope and my belief in you, that you can make me feel loved to the fullest, while getting my brains screwed out at the same time, by my new best friend.”
“You do know, that girls are allowed to screw their partner too, at the same time, do you not?”
“YES! And I hope you will teach me how to screw you just as hard and fast as you can, yet screw me until I can’t screw, then screw me some more, when I wake up.”
“I hope when we do get there, I can keep up with you. Though I have been there a few times, I don’t consider myself a great lover.”
“Regardless of how you feel about the sex act, it’s the way you make me feel just talking to you about anything and everything. That stuff makes my pussy wet and my heart beat faster as I look at you and wish we were already naked. Since we’re talking dirty and looking forward to getting naked, I need to tell you, Olivia and Alice Branch are both single and they came right out and told me, they are going to screw you, no matter what it takes, or how long they have to hold you down, for each of them to get screwed ... Only they never mentioned getting screwed, they were talking more determined than that.”
“I’m not going to fight them off. If I know we can have fun and not let it get caught on camera, will you make it a foursome?”
“REALLY? ARE YOU SERIOUS? I mean, would you really let me be naked with you and those sexy sisters?”
“Will you join us, or just be a spectator?”
“Will you still like me if I do join you, while getting screwed by you and kissed and fondled by both of them?”
“You need to keep some condoms handy, if you and I are going to be this close, especially if you travel with us to Atlanta.”
“OH I WILL! But I hate to tell you, C W wants me back in Nashville when all of us split, and leave Atlanta. I’m positive that you and Amanda will hit it off, no matter if she already has her heart set on another lover. When she hears you play that harmonica and that old guitar, she’s going to offer you a deal that will make both of you millionaires in no time...
“She’s that good, Beau, and so are you.”
“I have yet to meet her, but if all this happens, I’m going to try my best to talk her into coming to Nashville and use Charles’ studio to record on his label...
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