The Songbird
Copyright© 2025 by Charlie for now
Chapter 2
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 2 - In need of a ride back to her hometown, a songbird reaches out and finds not only a ride, but a really nice man, and then a bit later, a love so strong it withstands the tests of time and addition, or multiplication, or... Anyway, Charlie was able to help, so he did, then the songbird filled his life with music, and love, and… Let’s just say she added ‘lots of love’. He was introduced to the music world, complete with singers and a lot of the people that made the singers keep singing.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Romantic BiSexual Fiction Polygamy/Polyamory
Alicia brought out a large bottle with a miniature model of a caribou on the cap. She poured me a small glass and offered it to me. I like Canadian whiskey, now, and have enjoyed the finer versions of Crown Royal and a few others. This was smooth. It was delightful. I smiled and nodded to her as it hit my throat.
She poured herself a little one, dropped a big round ice cube in it, then offering me one, dropped one in mine after I nodded.
“My mother likes you. That makes two of us. I have a question for you, Charlie, and I want you to think seriously about it before you answer.”
I nodded. “I can do that,” I told her.
“What would you say to a twenty-eight-year-old virgin?”
I looked at her, then my drink, then the books on the far side of the room, then at her again. “Take your time.”
“Take my time?”
“Yes. You want to make sure you are doing the right thing with the right person. The only other explanation is that you are a cold, prickly, introverted sociopath, although a beautiful one, with no desire to love or be loved by anyone. I think it’s the former. The latter just isn’t you.”
She started laughing. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Deadly serious. I’m not here to get laid, Alicia. I can do that anywhere, anytime, with any number of anywhos. I see ... I feel something in you that I’ve never seen or felt before. If you are telling me you’ve never done that, made love to a man, then take your time. If it’s me, we’ll figure it out. As long as we are trying to be in that type of a relationship, I won’t do the anywho thing. I’m not a hormone addled teenager, hon. I’m also going to be careful with the information, though, just in case.”
“What do you mean by that? Being careful with the information.”
“I read. Making love to a virgin can be a painful experience. Again, if it’s me, I’ll need to be careful and prepare for our first time so that I can protect you and make sure it’s as enjoyable as possible within the constraints of physical limits.”
“That’s so sweet. I have toys, Charlie. I’ve just never had a man.”
“Oh, then never mind. If it’s me, you’ll let me know if and when you might be ready, and I’ll do my best to give you the moon. And the stars.”
“That sounds fun.”
“I should check in with your mother. She wanted to talk to me before we leave. As it is now, we won’t be able to lift off until after ten.” I held my drink up.
“Ahhh. Got it. Twelve hours from bottle to throttle and all that. My show is at nine, and I have a pre-show thing with a radio station at eight. We have plenty of time. Plus, we gain an hour. You’ll lose it coming home, but if ... Never mind. I’ll go get Mom.”
I grabbed her wrist, startling her, but she looked down at me and didn’t pull back.
“Can I have a kiss before you leave?” I asked. It was a sincere question. That was all I wanted from her at that point.
“Of course.” She kissed me, softly, placing her hand on my neck to let me know she was there willingly.
“I’m sorry if I frightened you.”
“No problem. I need to loosen up a bit. I’ve ... It’s...” I interrupted her.
“I’ll try to be more careful next time.”
She smiled and kissed me again.
“Don’t. I want you to want me, Charlie. I don’t want you walking on eggshells.” I nodded. She touched the top of my head then walked out to find her mother.
On her return, Elaine thanked me for coming to visit and during a brief moment when Alicia went off by herself, told me to be careful with her little girl. I assured her I would and thanked her for her approval, if that’s what this was.
“Yes, Charlie, that’s what this is. You seem like a nice fellow, and I can’t dig up any dirt on you, so I approve. Again, be careful with her. She’s been hurt, badly, and doesn’t deserve it. Her heart is as big as it can possibly be, but that just means she’s more vulnerable.” All I could do was nod.
“OK, I’m back. I need to get some rest for the trip tomorrow, so, Charlie, how about I walk you to your car and we call it a night?”
The goodnight kiss out at my car was one of the good ones. Lightning, electricity, warm fuzzy feelings and all that stuffed into two long and two short kisses. I’d never felt any of this before. Nothing even close had ever been within my experience, even though two of my previous relationships were supposedly very serious.
I picked her up in the morning, with a short but sweet good morning kiss, then without any fanfare, just swept her off to New Mexico so she could get back to work.
I had passes to watch her shows from backstage and was able to come and go from her room as I wished. From what I was told, her hairdresser, her wardrobe specialist, Cindy, her PA, and I were the only ones with such privilege. The show was amazing, reminding me there was more music out there than what I had listened to recently.
After the show, she came back to her room, finding me kicked back waiting for her. She again showed me why I was there. She plopped down in my lap and just relaxed.
“Thanks for the ride back. I’m glad you came. I’m glad you stayed. What did you think?”
“I loved it. Can’t wait for Tucson so I can see it again.”
“You don’t have to. You don’t have to wait. You are welcome at any of them. Any time. I mean that. Oh, I have a label exec here that I need to talk to. I’d like to see you off properly, so please hang in there for a few minutes. Can you do that?”
After I told her it was no problem, she kissed me and told me she’d be done in a just a bit. I left the room as he walked in and went to locate something to drink. I found her secretary, Cindy, the Wonder Assistant, who led me to a cooler full of beer and soft drinks. With a Pepsi in hand, I returned to the room, and although I wasn’t eavesdropping, I heard through the door the guy talking to her. He was talking loudly, like he didn’t care who was listening. “Come on, Ali, it’s how things are done. I don’t care if you don’t want to, I do, and if you don’t get with the program and let me fuck you a little bit, we’ll just watch your career crumble. No big deal. You’re already half undressed anyway.”
I heard a scuffle and a scream, Alicia yelling “No!” twice, at the top of her lungs. I tried the doorknob and finding it locked, I went into the room shoulder first, shattering the door frame.
As I grabbed him by his shoulder and his arm, he pushed her with his free hand and she fell backwards, then turned and hit her head on the dressing table. I saw her drop like a rock.
“You stupid son of a bitch, she said ‘No’!” As he spun in place, I put a fist in his solar plexus then just cold cocked him with a punch up and into his right jawbone. SHIT!! That had to have hurt me worse than it did him. It just had to have.
Cindy, the Wonder Assistant, the same one I was bragging about earlier, had called 911 at the first scream, and within about a half a minute, two uniformed Santa Fe police officers entered the room, arrested me, and started calling for back up and ambulances. I was read my rights and accused of assaulting both of them, Alicia and the jackass.
Cindy was not a forceful woman. She tried, in her own shy way, to explain what probably happened, but when the corporal asked, “Did you see the altercation, ma’am?” she shook her head. “Do you personally know Mr. Connor?” She shook her head in the negative again.
“No, I don’t, but I’m pretty sure Miss Broderick is in love with him, so please be careful with him.”
I smiled at her. She shrugged. I wasn’t necessarily abused, but it was six hours before Cindy was able to convince the ER people to tell the police Alicia wanted me with her and that Jackson Malone was the culprit and was in the process of sexual assault and possibly rape when I broke in on them to stop the slimeball from proceeding with what he thought was his ‘due’.
It was by far not the worst or even the longest six hours of my life, but maybe the most boring. I figured that if nothing good happened by eight o’clock in the morning, I’d have about five thousand dollars an hour worth of lawyers on the scene first thing.