Me and Bobbie McGee
Copyright© 2025 by JRyter
Chapter 23
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 23 - 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
Saturday morning, the four of us were in the barn, preparing for what we’ve been hoping will be the recording used on our first Podcast, if this idea pans out.
The entire group of Cowgirls joined us, and each of them are dressed in chaps, boots, hats, with breast supports. There’s not a damn one of them that has her tan butt and bald pussy covered, plus the breast support only covers the bottoms of their breasts.
Amy, Cathy, Linda, and Marie, are the only ones I’ve met face to face, and they’re escorting me down the line, introducing me to the others. There’s no way I’ll ever remember each of their names, but every one of them wanted a hug, and who am I to say ... NO?
“Cowgirls, if all of you will promise to keep our time together like this, private here at the ranch, I’ll see to it each of you have some of my CD’s or tapes, whichever you like. I have some with me in one of my bags and I’ll open it to let you pick and choose. If we don’t have enough, when we return from California, I’ll have plenty...
“Just to sweeten the pot a little more, I do have enough t-shirts to give each of you two. I’m not sure about the sizes, so you’ll just have to sort through them. Again, if there’s not enough of the right sizes to go around, I’ll have plenty more when we return...
“One more thing ... As of right now, my plans are, to call this my home. I love it here, and I love my two friends who let me follow them home. In case any of you may wonder, Amanda and I plan to marry, sometime in the near future. When we marry, it will be right here in this barn...
When all the yells and shouts settled down, I continued.
“Now, before we begin with our first recording, I’m going to ask each of you Cowgirls, to please put those bikinis on, then put your hats, chaps, and vests back on. I promise each of you, we will make plans for all of us to have some really wild, really fun and wicked times together in the future, but they will be over at the creek, with no cameras, and all our phones turned of and in a sack together ... Since Amanda, Andrea, and Ophelia have told me, those times with all of us together will be, au naturale.
...”Now, any questions?” I knew there would be, and I see four hands in the air.
I pointed to the Cowgirl down the line to my right.
“Tell us your name, then your question. If I can’t answer, I’ll let Amanda, Andrea, or Ophelia answer.”
“My name is Kathleen, with a K. I’m almost afraid to ask this, but when we do swim in the creek, will you swim naked with us?”
“Kathleen with a K, when the time comes for all of us to swim in the creek together, I’ll be naked just like the rest of you, here at the ranch. I’m not bashful, it’s just that none of you Cowgirls, and none of us four, need to have our naked photos floating around, even in private, here on the ranch.”
I looked down the line and saw the other three with their hands up. I pointed to the closest one. “Tell us your name, then your question.”
“My name is April, and I would love to have my picture made with you, Amanda, Andrea, and Ophelia, with our clothes on of course.”
I looked toward Amanda and Andrea. Both of them are nodding, Yes.
“Then, I say all of you Cowgirls need to cover your sexy butts and titties, at the end of this party, so we can have our pictures made with all of you together, and each of you separately.”
I pointed to the next one, and saw Maria, one of those I remember meeting on the trail, and she’s smiling at me.
“Maria, tell me what’s on your mind.”
“Beau, you know what’s on my mind, but since I can’t have that, I’ll ask if you’ll let each of us hug you before we cover our titties, pussies and naked butts.”
Again, I looked over to Andrea and Amanda. They’re looking at each other, smiling, before nodding yes.
“There’s your answer, but there will be no touching no fondling, and for sure, no photos...
“This time around, anyway.”
“Next time, maybe?”
“Maybe, but you’ll still have to get permission from Amanda for that too. She has stamped her name on top of mine, and my future happiness here at the ranch, depends on her.”
The questions and answers went on until I knew we were going back over some of them. I let it go for another few minutes, then called an end to it, as I picked up my guitar, my harmonica, and my harmonica rig.
Before anyone could start calling out song titles, I sat on the end of a bench and started playing Amarillo By Morning. I knew this would get them fired up, and it did.
When all the Cowgirls, along with Andrea, Amanda, and Ophelia created such an applause over that one, I thought of another old one I’ve played hundreds of times, way back when it was just me and the barn animals...
MY HEROES HAVE ALWAYS BEEN COWBOYS
Writer - Sharon Vaughn©
(First released by Waylon Jennings - 1970) (Released by Willie Nelson in 1980 - and Willie blew it off the charts) (Willie blew it away again, closing the Modern Day Western - Yellowstone)
Willie Nelson Arrangement – (in three-four time)
I grew up a dreamin’ of bein’ a cowboy And lovin’ the cowboy ways
Pursuin’ the life of my high-ridin’ heroes I burned up my childhood days
I learned all the rules of a modern-day drifter Don’t you hold onto nothin’ too long
Just take what you need from the ladies, then leave them With the words of a sad country song
My heroes have always been cowboys And they still are, it seems
Sadly, in search of, and one step in back of Themselves and their slow-movin’ dreams
Cowboys are special, with their own brand of misery From bein’ alone too long
You could die from the cold, in the arms of a nightmare Knowin’ well your best days are gone
Pickin’ up hookers instead of my pen I let the words of my youth fade away
Old worn-out saddles, and old worn-out memories With no one and no place to stay
My heroes have always been cowboys And they still are, it seems
Sadly, in search of, and one step in back of Themselves and their slow-movin’ dreams...
Sadly, in search of, and one step in back of Themselves and their slow-movin’ dreams...
I wasn’t aware, that even one of these sixteen, modern day Cowgirls would possibly recognize this old song, but to the very last one, they stood cheering, then yelling...
‘Play it again’
I saw Andrea waving her arms back and forth overhead, then realized what she and Amanda were up to, when they brought two mic cords out to clip one on my guitar, and the other one on my shirt collar.
“Beau, you have got to play that one again, exactly like the first time ... We’re going to record that song, as we video you sitting here on that bench, in the barn playing it. We can use this song, along with you playing Amarillo By Morning, to introduce each of our Podcasts based here in Texas, then again, to close each one.”
Amanda told me, “I’m sending the recordings of both those songs back to C W. I’m sure he’ll know what to do with them ... Beau, you just get better and better, the more you reach back in time, to bring another of those really great songs from the past, to life again with only your guitar and harmonica.”
I have just over forty of the white, Beau Billy T-shirts left in the boxes that were sent to Nashville, and on to Atlanta for us to sell or give away. I pulled the packing tape off and reached in to flip the necks back until I found an Extra Large, then pulled it on over my long sleeve, unbuttoned, button down shirt.
When I turned to stand, the Cowgirls screamed and shouted, just as Amanda began passing the shirts out as they filed by, calling out their size. There’s still more than half a box left over, and I left it up to Andrea and Ophelia to pass them out to the girls who want another one.
Much too soon for Amanda and me, we’re packing up again, so Ophelia can take us back to the airport for our trip to Sacramento.
We said our goodbyes to the Cowgirls the night before, and before daylight the next morning, Andrea rode with us as Ophelia took us to the airport in Abilene.
I’d already sent Cali a text with the airport, time of arrival, and flight we’ll be arriving on...
Amanda spotted her before we were even close. When she pointed her out, I saw Bobbie behind her.
“There’s Bobbie too.”
Just before we met them, Amanda grabbed my shirtsleeve and told me, “Beau, get Bobbie ... something’s wrong.”
Before I could ask her why, Bobbie was running toward me. I was reaching out to her when she slammed herself into me with her arms around my waist.
At the time, I never questioned her dark glasses.
“Bobbie? Are you okay? Is there something wrong?”
“Hug me Beau. Just hold me ... I’m so glad you’re here. Please hold me.”
“Are you okay? Has something happened? You know you can tell me anything.”
“Just hold me. I’m so glad you’re here.”
I looked over to see Amanda and Cali hugging, then Cali turned toward me. Before I could speak, she held a forefinger up next to her lips, shaking her head back and forth, as if telling me not to say anything.
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