Me and Bobbie McGee
Copyright© 2025 by JRyter
Chapter 3
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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 mt/ft
“Hello Bobbie, we need to put some meat on your bones, Girl. You’re so cute though. Come on over here and let me hug you. Don’t be hanging back like that.”
She nearly jerked Bobbie off her feet to hug her.
“Thank you, Ms. Mildred. I hope you’ve got a place for us to stay, at least until we see what all this is about.”
“I sure do Hun, and you just call me, Millie. Now you and Beau bring your stuff on in here. Jim, you come on in too. I fixed some breakfast when you called and told me you were bringing them over.”
Millie grabbed me and hugged me too.
I’ve never in my life been hugged! It took all I could muster, just to stand there until she got through, then turned me loose.
I didn’t know what to think about somebody just shooing us into their own home and feeding us breakfast like we’re kin.
I’ll say one thing for Bobbie, other than she sure can sing. She sure can eat. That girl ate five pancakes, two eggs and two pieces of toast. Plus the coffee she drank. I don’t know how someone so skinny can eat like that.
She’s got to have worms, is the only thing I can think of.
When we were through eating, we helped Millie put the dishes in her dishwasher. Bobbie and I stood there watching it to see what it did. The door was closed though and all we heard was the water sloshing around inside it.
“Beau, why don’t you and Bobbie do a couple of numbers for my cousin Mildred, then I need to get back on the road.”
“Ms. Millie, would like for us to sing and play for you?” Bobbie asked.
“Yes Hon. I want to know what my rambling cousin is raving so much about. Sing me a pretty song.”
Bobbie turned to me and asked if I knew any of Tanya Tucker’s songs. Of course I do, and I asked which one.
“What Do I Do With Me”
“I love playing this one. I’ll start out and point to you when to come in.”
I really do love this song by Tanya Tucker, her deep throaty voice makes my hair bristle when I hear her sing it. I was almost through the intro, when I began to wonder how in the heck Bobbie is going to tackle such a big song as this one by Tanya Tucker.
It didn’t take long for me to learn the answer to that! As soon as I pointed to her, she fell right in with my harmonica.
How this skinny little girl can get that big husky voice to come out of her throat, I’ll never know. But she sounds so good, I was completely lost, listening to her sing.
What Do I Do With Me
Lyrics by: Royce Porter, David Lewis, and David Chamberlain©
What do I do, now that I’m on my own What we did together beats anything I’ve done alone Since the day that you left I’ve been asking myself Is this how it’s gonna be Without you what do I do with me
I don’t wanna go out, but I just can’t stay home I don’t need company, but I sure don’t wanna be alone, And to tell myself that I’m doing well is only making believe Without you what do I do with me
Without you where do I go Where do I turn I’d sure like to know What do I do with all of our things, And how do I spend all this time on my hands
I’ve tried everything I’ve been racking my brain It must be as bad as it seems, Without you, what do I do with me
Without you where do I go Where do I turn I’d sure like to know What do I do with all of our things, And how do I spend all this time on my hands
I’ve tried everything I’ve been racking my brain It must be as bad as it seems,
Without you, what do I do with me Without you, what do I do with me.
When we finished, Bobbie smiled at me then looked at Jim and Millie.
They were both like me.
Where in the hell did that come from?
“Girl, you need an agent! Today!” Millie told her.
“Ms. Millie, did you really like it? I just think she is one of the best singers ever, and I love doing her deep voice when I sing. I feel so big when I do her songs.”
“Hon, you-are-a-natural!
“Beau, you’ll have a job by the end of the week, playing somewhere. You’re that good. I know what I’m talking about. I’ve had many young artists come through here, that went on to make it big, and none of them had what you two have going for you.”
“She’s right Bobbie, listen to my cousin. I’ve told you both that you’re good...
“Beau, I think you could play the dictionary with that harmonica. You’re the best raw talent I’ve ever heard, and I’ve heard them all,” Jim told me.
“Thanks Jim, I guess Bobbie and me just need all the encouragement we can get.”
“I told you, help each other out. You’ll both make it big, you’ll see.”
Millie told us it was sixty dollars a month for each of us to stay here. I thought that was cheap, but later Bobbie asked me if it wasn’t a lot to pay, just to live in a one room apartment.
We each paid our part for the first month, and it sure hurt to see our money go like that, but we need a place to stay.
Jim carried Bobbie’s old luggage bag upstairs and I carried what little I have in my canvas bag.
He left right after that, and I felt a big letdown when he wasn’t here anymore. I’ve been depending on him to help me look out for both of us, especially Bobbie, and now he’s gone.
Millie sat us down at her kitchen table, and on a sheet of notebook paper, she drew a map of the area, with street names and the arrows pointing north and south. She told us there’s a Family Dollar Store three blocks over and showed us on her little map where it is. She said they have a few groceries and they’re cheap. If we need more, there’s a real grocery store down the street from them a little ways.
Bobbie and I got a pencil and paper from her and made a list of things we’ll need most, as well as some sort of cheap food. We both decided to drink water since it don’t cost anything.
Since this is the first money we’re spending for our necessities, we each took twenty five dollars with us. We decided when that was spent, we’d stop and do without, until we know how much it’s going to cost to live here.
We need toothpaste - my suggestion, and bath soap. We’ll need washing detergent. Millie said we could use her washer and hang our clothes on the clothesline out back.
We put crackers and cheese on the list, along with canned noodles, pork ‘n beans, canned corn, some flour and meal. I told her I could cook pretty good and she said she couldn’t even boil water.
Heading to the dollar store with our list, we walked side by side and Bobbie was just talking up a storm as we walk.
“Beau, we’ll need two towels and two wash clothes. We can use them twice, before we wash them, and let them dry on the line.”
“We need to look for some cheap shampoo too, Bobbie. I’ve smelled your hair and it smells sweaty. I reckon mine does too, since I didn’t get to take a shower yesterday.”
“I’ve never taken a shower, Beau. Does it get you clean when you can’t sit down in the water?”
“Sure it does. The soap, dirt, and smell, just washes off with the water running over you.”
“I shave my legs sometimes when I take a bath, do you think I can do that in the shower?”
“I shave in the shower, I don’t see why you can’t bend over and shave your legs, since we don’t have a sit-down tub.”
“I reckon you’re right. I guess we’ve got a lot to learn about living in the city, don’t we?”
“Yeah. I rented a one room apartment over’n Winchester, and all it had for a bathroom was a shower stall and a commode. I made it just fine, though I didn’t have a cook-stove or an icebox.
“I had to eat cold sandwiches at night. My cheese stayed good for a while, but my baloney spoiled in a day or two. Mr. Hardeker bought me one meal a day at the truck stop and I stopped eating breakfast, cause it cost too much to eat three times a day.”
“How long do you think it’ll be, before we get to talk to Mr. Belancamp? I wonder how long it’ll be then, before we’ll start making some money? With my part of the rent and groceries, I’ve taken sixty dollars out of the five hundred Mr. Belancamp gave me. Did he give you that much too?”
“Yeah, he gave me that much and told me he’d get it back when he starts making money off me. I reckon he’ll hold back some extra as we go along, until he gets that five hundred back.”
“You know what he told me?”
“What?”
“That I need to grow some bigger boobs. He said folks like girls to have big boobs when they sing on stage, like Dolly Parton.”
“You couldn’t handle them Bobbie! You’d fall over on your face! What we need to do, is put some weight on you all over, then maybe your boobs will grow too.”
“I ain’t never been any bigger than this and I just got this tall last year. I was the smallest girl in my class all the years I went. I wished so many times that I looked like the other girls who always had fancy clothes. I hope I can make some money so I can buy some nice clothes...
“Will you help me pick out some that looks good on me?”
“Sure I will, but I gotta tell you, I don’t know nothing about girl’s clothes ... Did you graduate from high school?”
“Yes, did you? I bet you were smart. I had to try really hard to get through. I was so happy when I made it. I always wished my Ma could have seen me. She told me all the time when I was little, that if I was ever gonna make it in this world, and be somebody, I need to have some education.”
“She told you right, Bobbie. I bet she’s looking down on you now, proud that you’ve made it this far and that you’re here trying to make it big with your singing.”
“Do you believe in God and Heaven? Ma did, and I reckon I do some. I’ve never read any of the Bible though. But I did go to church, cause they let me sing on Sundays.”
“Yeah, I believe in God and Heaven. I used to go to church all the time with Ma. That is until Pa got killed in the coal mine. Then Ma just stopped going, and we started living with different men, just to survive. I couldn’t handle that, and moved in with my Uncle Dan and his son, and went to school the last two years. He’s dead too, now, and so is Ma.”
“Sometimes I wonder if it’s hard like this all over. Then I see people with fancy cars and nice clothes. Their kids all dressed up, even on weekdays. I hope I find me a good place to live one day and make enough money to afford it all.”
“You will Bobbie. I’ll help you all I can, and try to make sure you don’t get taken advantage of.”
“Thank you Beau. I’m glad I run into you now, and knocked you on your ass. I may never have met you if I didn’t.”
Bobbie laughed, for the first time since we got to Nashville.
“Yeah, it’s kinda funny now, the way we met. It sure wasn’t funny on my butt when you knocked me backwards though.”
“Is this the Dollar Store on Millie’s map?” she asked and pointed to the Dollar Store.
“Yeah, Family Dollar is what she’s got written on here. Lets get one of these red baskets and start looking for the things on our list. Are you any good at math?”
“I can add and subtract some, until the numbers get too big, but math was the hardest subject for me in school.”
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