Me and Bobbie McGee
Copyright© 2025 by JRyter
Chapter 19
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 19 - 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
“Will you teach me all you know about sex, and for sure, when one or more of your friends wants to give you some pussy, let me join you?”
“ARE YOU SURE? I mean dang, I was actually talking about me cutting out all my outside women, and pussy, so you and I can do our own thing together from now on, just to see how far we can take what we have both suddenly discovered about each other.”
“Though I have never had any another girl’s pussy, I would love to be there when you fuck one, if not each of your friends. Then, I would love for you to be fucking me, each and every time we’re naked together, with either of your friends, or my Mom’s friend, Ophelia joining us...
“I forgot to tell you, she told Mom she would love to have some of your sexy ass if we do bring you home with us. Seems to me, she wants to have a baby, and from the way she was talking, she wants your baby.”
“I’ll leave that up to you and your mom, and then, only if you and your mom are naked with her lover and me, at the same time. That way, I’ll feel like I didn’t cheat on you, or make your mom think her friend has cheated on her.”
“Beau, can we hug again, and this time I want you to kiss me. Kiss me, for my first time in my life, to be kissed a boy, or man.”
“Pull your pajama bottoms off, and pull your shirt off too. If we’re going to start this part of our lives with a kiss and a hug, I would love for both of us to be naked.”
“Then you strip all the way, and I will too. I know we can’t make love our first time here onstage, right here in this auditorium, but I need you like I never knew I would ever need a man, and I need you to take me and make me your woman.
“OMIGOD BEAU!”
“What? Did you see someone?”
“NO! Your dick hangs nearly halfway to your knees.”
“Pull it up and spread your legs wide enough to let my cock press against your pussy. Now close your legs so my cock can slide back and forth between your thighs. Go ahead, pull it up tight against your pussy. Just so we’ll get to know each other, before we go any further...
“Uh, since we’re this close and we’re both naked, I would love to kiss both your titties before we stop, or get caught naked.”
I couldn’t stop with only a kiss for both those titties. I had to take each of those little nipples between my lips and tease them with my tongue.
“OH OH OH OH! You made me come just by kissing my titties ... You can either kiss me now, so we can put our clothes on, or drag me behind those curtains, to put your cock inside my pussy, then fuck me the rest of the day!”
“I hate to stop, but we’re running out of time, and we need to save our first time, until we have more time to go all the way. I want to make sure our first time will be the best either of us have ever had.”
From there, it was hardly a minute she was more than an arms length from me. She even went to the bathroom with me so she could hold my cock while I piss.
That was a first, and it took me a while to get going.
Later, she grabbed my hand and pulled me until I followed her to the bathroom. When she stripped to sit on the toilet naked, she reached up and pulled my hands until I sat on her legs facing her. With her titties pointing straight out against my chest, I slid back, and leaned forward to suck each of them, as I heard her pissing a stream.
“You made me piss really fast, sitting on me naked like that. I’ll be so glad when we can get your cock inside my pussy so we can fuck for real.”
All of us ordered a light lunch, then ate in our rooms. We decided to wait until after the concert tonight, to eat again.
Her mom and our friends are all backstage as we prepare to start the show.
The stage manager came back to tell us, it’s five minutes until show time.
I hugged Andrea, and each of our friends, then kissed Amanda before I turned to follow the stage manager out to where they have my stool and mic set up, behind the back-curtains, with my guitar leaning against my stool.
There’s a small spotlight beam, that’s shining straight down on me, until the front curtains open.
The manager is going to do the introductions, and we explained to him just how we want to start the concert.
He pulled the curtains open just enough for him to step through, and there was a huge applause, even as he stepped out to announce the show.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, I am honored to announce the appearance of Beau William Carter, better known to all of you, as Beau Billy, to our standing room only audience.
“Please, give him a great big Atlanta, Georgia welcome.
“Here he is ... Beau Billy Carter!”
The curtain opened and there was a roar like nothing I’ve heard in my entire life.
I reached up with my free hand to grab my hat, and wave it overhead. The crowd is still clapping and shouting as I started playing Georgia.
For a moment, there was total silence, then there was another roar of shouts and applause, before they settled down enough to hear the music. I’ve already played it a few times today, and I’ve managed to slow this one down to make it come across even slower, than when Ray Charles made it famous in 1960.
GEORGIA ON MY MIND
Stuart Gorrel & Hoagy Carmichael ©1930
Ray Charles Arrangement
Georgia, Georgia - The whole day through - Just an Ol’ sweet song - Keeps Georgia on my mind - I said Georgia Georgia - A song of you Comes - as sweet and clear - As moonlight through the pines Other arms reach out to me - Other eyes smile tenderly - Still in peaceful dreams I see The road leads back to you - I said Georgia - Oh Georgia, no peace I find Just an Ol’ sweet song - Keeps Georgia on my mind - Other arms reach out to me - Other eyes smile tenderly - Still in peaceful dreams I see - The road leads back to you - Whoa-whoa, Georgia Georgia - No peace, no peace I find - Just an Ol’, sweet song - Keeps Georgia on my mind - I said just an Ol’ sweet song - Keeps Georgia on my mind...
I played the entire lyrics through twice, with the crowd eating this up. At the end, this place is filled with nothing but a constant thunder, of shouts and hands clapping, until they finally quieted enough for me to continue.
Just as they quieted down a little so I can be heard, I started playing the lead to Amanda.
I stopped playing after the first verse, when Amanda came through the curtains behind me. Then, I wasn’t sure if the crowd even knew who she is, until the roar in this auditorium exploded with a standing ovation that took at least three to four minutes to calm down. With all the spotlights shining down on her, she may as well have been naked, as thin and tight, as her sheer blouse and shorts are.
By this time, Amanda has walked over to stand beside me. Then, with a wide, sweeping wave of her right hand, like she’s introducing me, she put her hand on my shoulder, lifting my harmonica rig, before leaning down to plant a kiss right smack against my lips. I didn’t back up and neither did she, for close to a minute.
As soon as I played the first verse of AMANDA, the crowd roared to life once again.
AMANDA
Bob Dill © 1973
Waylon Jennings Arrangement - 1974
I’ve held it all inward, God knows I’ve tried - But it’s an awful awakening in a country boy’s life - To look in the mirror in total surprise - At the hair on my shoulders and the age in my eyes - Amanda, light of my life - Fate should have made you a gentleman’s wife - Amanda, light of my life - Fate should have made you a gentleman’s wife - It’s a measure of people who don’t understand - The pleasures of playing in a hillbilly band - I got my first guitar when I was fourteen - Now I’m over thirty, and still wearing jeans - Amanda, light of my life - Fate should have made you a gentleman’s wife - Amanda, light of my life - Fate should have made you a gentleman’s wife - It’s a measure of people who don’t understand - The pleasures of playing in a hillbilly band - I got my first guitar when I was fourteen - Now I’m over thirty, an still wearing jeans - Amanda, light of my life - Fate should have made you a gentleman’s wife - Amanda, light of my life - Fate should have made you a gentleman’s wife
After that, each time we did one of her numbers, the applause is the same.
There were times when we couldn’t get them to stop until we were already into the first verse of her next song.
We were running behind, and I knew we had to hurry and end this first act so we can take a break.
Finally, Amanda waved her mic overhead before she announced I was going to play one more, then we’ll be taking a short break, before coming back to close out our show for the night, with a few more songs.
She whispered to me, ‘Amarillo By Morning’
This one has always been a crowd favorite for me, the few times I’ve played it. Now that I have this new harmonica, this song has become even more of an all time favorite of mine. I’m getting better and better on my fiddle cover with my new harmonica. When I’m happy with my music, it’s the best I have to put out there.
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