Me and Bobbie McGee
Copyright© 2025 by JRyter
Chapter 9
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 9 - 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
“One more thing you need to be aware of, and I’ll get out of here. They’ll be coming for you in a few minutes...
“Before I leave, I want to give you a heads-up on Astrid. She’s going to be working closely with you for the next few months, and possibly even a year, or even more. She’ll be there, each time you perform, or work in the studio. Or, even as you stop to eat at burger joint, or a cafe. I want videos of you doing every day stuff, playing every song you’ve ever played, and any you may have of your own...
“I just wanted to tell you, she’s one of the best in the business ... but, I saw the way she was looking at you. I’ve never seen that look on her face before, and we’ve worked together for four years. All I’m going to say is, no commitments to any girls, or women you meet, and no videos or pictures of you naked. It will ruin your career before you even get started.”
“I understand and I appreciate you telling me this. Uh, do I tell her to stay away? I mean, since she’s supposed to be working with me.”
“No naked videos or pics, Beau...
“The rest is up to you ... but I will tell you this. “Man to Man, if you turn that down, you’re more man than I am.”
“Thank You, C W Cochran! You’ll never know how much I needed to hear your plain English, Manly Advice. Uh, one more thing, Bobbie told me the Collins sisters ... Uh, I mean, they may be wanting some of the same thing.”
“NO PHOTOS OR VIDEOS OF YOU - OR THEM NAKED! I can’t tell you what to do, or who with, other than that. I will give you another piece of Manly Advice. Don’t let it run wild, and end up with you or them getting a really bad reputation, right out of the gate. Your life long ambition, your struggle to get here, and many of your fans, will be lost forever.”
“You make me glad you’re not only my agent, I’m more proud than ever now, that you’re also My Friend.”
“Thank you, Beau. Let’s you and me be best friends from here on. I want you to have fun, and I want you to have your say whenever we talk like this. You’re headed to superstardom and I’m just gassing up that starship for you. Those three young women look up to you, whether you like it or not. They too, can see the talent you have, and they want to be close, now that they know you personally...
“I would love to see all of you remain very close friends, but I want you to be the only driver ... ever ... in your career. That friendship between all of you will only last as long as you are in total control, and you’ll need to keep control of those three young women too, who are going to test you like you’ve never dreamed.”
“You are a wise man, C W Cochran. I’ll always remember this conversation, and your, to the point, Manly Advice.”
Shortly after C W left, there was a light tap tap tap, on the door. I thought it may be him coming back.
“It’s Open.”
Astrid came in with a camera in her hand and a gray canvas bag slung over her left shoulder.
“Beau, I’m not sure if C W has told you yet, but he has hired me as your Personal Public Relations Agent. I see you looking at me as if you’re lost. Do you mind that I’m going to be your PR Shadow? Before you answer, I want you to know, I’ve done this before for C W, and when he asked me if I would like to be your agent, I hugged his neck.”
“I don’t mind, though I have no idea what a PR Shadow does.”
“Let me give you a few examples ... Just say C W, or you, tell me that you’re going to be in the recording studio for a few hours and he wants me to get plenty of photos and footage of you, just being you, and doing what you do as you record. I’ll try my best not to be a distraction, but I’ll make sure your clothes are not wrinkled, or your boots aren’t dirty. I may even get your attention to make you smile, without speaking...
“I see you smiling, and I love that smile. You, are going to have all the girls chasing after you.”
“May I answer you now?”
“There’s that smile again, and yes, please tell me that you approve. I would love to work with you and help you plan your days, even when you’re not booked, and you want to be out and about, in the public eye.”
“First of all, I’m just another plain old country hick from Kentucky. I have no idea how to conduct myself in public other than, just be myself. I wasn’t aware I have a smile that would make a young professional woman like you look at me, and smile too. You may not like your job after you learn, I’m just plain me. I don’t do sports and I don’t do well around girls. I get nervous when someone asks me for an autograph and especially someone like you.”
“Why me, or someone like me?”
“Look behind me at that mirror, that’s as wide as the wall. Be honest and tell me what you see in that mirror.”
“First of all, I see you. You have broad shoulders and even sitting on that tall stool, you sit up straight. I love the length of your hair, and tonight, you will learn that every woman and girl, in this place, above diaper age, will love your smile and your hair ... Wait, that’s not all.
“I want you to stand and turn around so you can see me in the mirror. Now, I’m going to stand over here while you keep looking in the mirror. I want a few shots of you like this, without me in the mirror ... Look toward the bathroom, now turn just a little and ... stop!
“Beau, you are going to be a Country Music Idol, and I’m going to help promote you all the way to the top of the charts, if you’ll let me.”
I have never in my life, seen my own butt from this angle in a mirror, until now. With my faded, skin-tight starched jeans, wearing my rough-out pointy toe boots, and my long sleeve white shirt un-tucked, over my t-shirt ... my butt looks like I weigh two hundred and fifty pounds.
I thought at first she could read minds, when she asked. “How tall are you and how much do you weigh?”
I turned to see her smiling, and I had to smile.
“I’m six-two barefoot and I weigh one-ninety-five, plus or minus. Why did you ask me that?”
“For your profile. I’m still waiting for your answer.”
“Yes! You knew all along, I’d never turn you down.”
“Thank you, Beau. Until I saw your last smile as you turned, I was so afraid you would say no.”
“Only a fool would say no to you. BUT, I want you to know on the front end, I have never been around girls or women. Until a few weeks ago, I had never been hugged, or hugged anyone, girl or woman. NOT EVEN ONCE!
“I’m green off the vine, and I’m country through and through...
“Though I went to school, and was taught to use proper grammar and English, I still talk Back-Home Country because that’s what you do, back where I come from.”
“Will you take me back there one day, and let shoot you, just being you, back in your home country?”
“I come from Kentucky coal country. It’s a rugged country and a hard life. Most working people hardly ever worry about trying to dress up and be pretty, like they do here, except maybe going to church. They are proud, but they are just plain folks, for the most part. My daddy died in a coal mine accident, when I was eleven. My momma took me to live with one man after the other, just to survive, until I was old enough to tell her I wanted to live with my daddy’s only brother. My only uncle and his son. I lived there until I graduated. My momma and my daddy are both dead now, but, I hope there’s a way both of them can look down and see me like this. Momma always told me I was destined to be famous, when I played my harmonica for her, way back then ... Though I’ve wanted so bad to believe her all this time, I never did until today. Even now, I’m not famous, but C W tells me I’m headed for superstardom. Right now, I’m just trying to hang on to my senses, and remember. I’m still Plain Ol’ Beau Billy from Kentucky. Yet, I’m trying hard not to make a fool of myself in front of my PR Agent.”
“Beau?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve recorded everything you just told me. May I hug you? You are the most genuine, sincere young man I have ever met in my entire life, and I’m going to try my best to make sure your fans see you the same way.”
She put her camera and bag on the vanity and reached out to me. I didn’t back up, and I had to smile when she smiled at me just before she buried her face against my neck, and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. My arms are under hers, and I wrapped them around her until I thought surely my hands would meet in front of her.
I can feel her firm breasts against me, and I can feel her slender body. I looked in the mirror and nearly got my come, when I saw her butt and my butt from the side. I looked up to see her looking at me in the mirror, and she smiled that smile.
“Can you see us in the mirror?”
“Yes, and you look good.”
“Would you take your shirt, and t-shirt off, and let me set my camera to take this shot, then come back and put my arms around you again. Just like this, as the camera takes more?”
“Are you sure? Here goes.”
“YES YES! Now let me get my camera set ... OH MY GOD BEAU...
...”Are you this bronze all over your body, as you are on your arms and upper body?”
“Yes, and I’ve always been this dark, all over.”
“Stay exactly where you are, so I can get my camera set.
“I saw you looking at us in the mirror, just now.”
“I saw you looking too...
“Okay, look at the mirror just like we were, and hold still until you hear the camera, then stay real still until I make sure we have the shot I want. Then, I’ll be right back with you, to take more with me in them.
“This is the best shot I have ever taken of a client. I want you to turn slowly until you make a complete circle, and I want you to look at me, if you will, as the camera clicks.”
“This isn’t easy for me.”
“Tell me why.”
“You know why. I just told you, that until a few weeks ago, I have never hugged anyone, and no one has ever attempted to hug me.”
“Your chest feels good against me, without that t-shirt. If you ever want another hug, tell me.”
“If you ever want another hug, come to me.”
“You are so much older than your years. You are so much more mature than young men your age. Not only will the girls fall in love with their new idol, women will too.”
“I don’t know the first thing about falling in love, or being an idol.”
“No one knows anything about love, until they experience it ... My mom told me that.”
“I’ll remember that forever. Have you ever been in love?”
“No, not like what you’re asking. I love many things, and I have many friends that I love.”
“We may need to stop hugging like this before someone busts in on us.”
“I locked the door. But you’re right. Before you get pulled away from me, I want to be with you Monday, either at the studio, or wherever you happen to go, if you’ll let me.”
“Are we going to be close friends?”
“I would love to be your close friend, one of your closest friends, if possible. We’ll be working very closely and I’ll even help C W plan events for you to appear in public, and meet your fans. You are going to be so popular with girls and women. Even boys and men of all ages, are going to love your music, and your laid-back image.”
“You’re still holding me.”
“You’re still holding me too. We need to be more professional, don’t we?”
“But, we’ll still be friends won’t we?”
“Yes, we’ll still be friends too ... GOD! You are so different.”
“When we have time, tell me how I’m different.”
“That will take time.”
“I have time.”
“Tell me, should we include the Collins Sisters in some of your shoots.”