The Songbird
Copyright© 2025 by Charlie for now
Chapter 3
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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
I heard nothing from her until late the next night when I received a lengthy text.
Her: ‘Charlie, everything went fine. I feel fine. Cindy and Mom both have instructions to let you know if that changes and I can’t reach you for one reason or another. Can’t wait to see you again. XXOO.’
Me: ‘Thank you for letting me know. I’ll still worry, and I feel the same ... At least. OOOXXX.’
Her: ‘XO. Now we’re even.’
Me: ‘XO. Never happen.’
Her: ‘Hahaha (smiley face). Goodnight, Charlie. (Heart emoticon).’
Me: ‘same to you, sweetheart. XO. (Heart exclamation point emoticon).’
She let it go at that, probably figuring I could have gone on all night, and she certainly couldn’t. She had to be too tired to put up with my schoolboy antics, having just done a show after her injury. After thinking about that for a few minutes, I noticed I did feel a bit younger just then, but I’m glad she gave up.
I spent the next couple of weeks living my normal life of solitude and toil, save a couple of texts from either her or Cindy. On one occasion, Cindy sent me a short one telling me Alicia fell asleep while composing a text to me. She took a picture of her boss’s phone.
The unfinished text read, ‘Almost done. Just two more shows. Pick me up in (then nothing).’
I had to laugh. Poor thing was so beat she couldn’t stay awake.
I texted Cindy back. ‘Pick her up when? Where? She left out a few details (smiley face).’
Cindy: ‘After the show in Tucson. I’m sure she wants you there for the show, too. She said as much to me anyway.’
Me: ‘I’ll be there. Give her a hug for me if she ever wakes up (smiley face).’
Cindy: ‘hahaha’
So, three more days. Her Phoenix show, the next one, was two days later, then Tucson was the night after that. I’d bring her home then and let her sleep for a while before picking her up for the benefit. She mentioned doing a number for them, but we could work all that out before then.
I was sitting in the office around three in the afternoon the day after she fell asleep at the phone when mine rang. I looked at it before answering and saw the picture I took of her out at her ranch with a five-million-dollar stud stallion behind her in a trot. It was a “Kodak moment”, and I was lucky enough to catch it.
“Hey, girlfriend! Feeling any better?”
“Yes. Oh, Charlie, I’m so sorry about last night. I should have called instead of texting. In hindsight, that might have been better. I might have stayed awake so we could talk.”
“Don’t worry about it a bit, hon. Another few days and I’ll have you back home and we’ll be able to spend a bit more time together.”
“Is that something you’re looking forward to? As much as me, maybe?” she said then giggled.
“Are you wanting time off, or time with your boyfriend?”
“If I said both, would you dump me for being nothing but a lazy, worthless wench?”
“Not at all. I’d love you even more for being honest. I can imagine how much work it is doing what you do. Don’t feel bad about needing a break. Hell, Alicia, even the most staunch of us slavedrivers takes a break now and again.”
“Love me even more, huh? That sounds nice. Yes, Charlie, I need a break. The little one a few weeks ago was nice, but I really want to take some time off and hit a beach bar somewhere warm where there are few or no clothing requirements, then do nothing but let the rum soothe my aching body.”
“Woman cannot live by rum alone. Want company? Want a ride?”
“If I said both, would you NOT dump me and take us somewhere nice? I think I’d love to go on a vacation with you.” She cleared her throat, noticeably. “You know, it’s absolutely amazing how I can go for over ten years without finding a serious relationship, then along comes a stranger on the way home and I can’t get enough of him. What’s up with that, anyway?”
“Same here, except I had a couple that looked serious to me, but really didn’t work out that well. Still, the serendipity thing seems to be affecting me, too. I wasn’t looking, and as a matter of fact was trying to keep my distance after the last fiasco, but then a cute little songbird stuck her thumb out. Figuratively, of course.”
“Yes, figuratively, of course. I would never literally hitchhike, but figuratively, that’s exactly what I did, wasn’t it? I’m glad it happened. I’m glad you were there, Charlie. I really am.”
“I am, too, Alicia. You know, that was a lot more than the plane ride was worth. What you gave for it, I mean. I’ll do my best to make sure you get your money’s worth.”
“You already have, Charlie. It’s been two rides and it’s sneaking up on being three in a few days. I think I’ll be owing you before long, if not already.”
I told her in no uncertain terms, “Don’t even try to pay me for what I’m doing. For me this is like picking you up and taking you to the mall, or the football game on Friday night. I don’t expect you to pay for the gas. I’m in that mode. The early relationship thing, and I’m loving it.”
“Me, too. Wanna see my cheerleader outfit? My homecoming dress and high heels?”
“If I said both, would you dump me for being a horny old bastard?”
“No. I’d love you more for being honest. If you didn’t at least want to see what I might have looked like in them, you wouldn’t be much of a male of the species, would you, now?”
“Valid point, but I’ll bet you were stunning. More like you still are. I’ll bet they still fit, too.”
“Thank you. I’m sure they do. Same size, anyway. Charlie, come early on Friday, okay?”
“I’d love that. I love watching you sing. Does it bother you that I’ve used that word?”
“No. I have, too. Charlie, Cindy has made arrangements at the rear entrance of the convention center for you. You can show up any time after four and we should be there. Should I send a car or something?”
“No, sweetie, I’ll have a rental at the airport and whisk you away back after the show. If that’s OK, I mean.”
“Totally fine, unless you want to spend the night so we can rest up a bit. Hint, hint?” she said, ending in a whisper.
“We’ll talk. Where would you stay if you were staying?”
“No clue. Probably a Doubletree or something.”
“Let me take care of it. We’ll spend the night, adjoining rooms, somewhere, but it won’t be a Motel 6 or a Super 8. Sound reasonable?”
“Sure. Let me tell Cindy, and make sure they are all taken care of, then we can split.”
“Hon, if you want, I can make room for Cindy as well, just in case,” I mentioned.
“Okay. If she doesn’t use it, I’ll pay you back.”
“No need, and we’ve discussed that. Okay. I’ll see you at the show on Friday, we’ll leave there Saturday morning, and hit the ball in the evening.”
“It’s a date,” she giggled.
“The third, if I’m not mistaken.”
“Yes,” she said, “but Friday night may wind up counting for one, so we might as well give up trying to keep track and just live it.”
“I agree, Alicia. Let’s stop keeping score and try to have fun. See you in a of couple days. Hope it goes well in Phoenix.”
“We’ll be fine, Charlie. Take care. See you Friday, Love. (She made a kissing sound in the phone and hung up.)
Well, that was a nice conversation. Love, huh? Cool, maybe she’s been bitten as bad as me. We’ll see, I guess. OK, we need some rooms. Tucson. Something special. I hit the web and then called a place called The Blenman Inn. It was an old, historic in fact, inn that was more like a bed and breakfast. I made them an offer they couldn’t refuse, since it would make it easier on their housekeeping staff. They had one other group of two older couples staying there, so I rented the entire place, all five of the other rooms so we could have some privacy. Hopefully, Alicia will be happy with it. Supposedly everything the two, or three, if need be, of us would desire, will be at our fingertips there at the inn.
Looking good, Charlie. Looking good.
My operations director made the forecast of us being able to reach a current large contract’s terms, and the associated bonus follow-on delivery, about three weeks early, so at the point that happened, which should be in about two months’ time, I decided to use the extra time and money wisely. I’d tell Alicia it was to be used for extra porridge and fresh celery stalks, but in fact, each employee was to be given an extra paid week off after delivery was accepted, half of the staff at a time. God knows they’ve worked hard to make sure the work was done. In addition, that would enable me to sneak off for a while with my songbird without catching too awfully much flak about it.
Flying into Tucson is always fun. On a weekday with fighter jets and warthogs running around all over the place, it’s just that much more so. It brought back memories of my days in the service of my rich uncle. I miss the Air Force, but not enough to give up what Mom and Dad left me to care for, and certainly not enough to leave all the fine people working for us behind. It’s not like they’d want me back or anything, after my accident, but it’s fun to think about.
I arrived at the concert center, showing my ID and a screen print of a ticket Cindy had sent me. It was more like a ballpark ticket than anything else, but that seems to be the way of the world. Everything is digital these days. I was escorted backstage by a young, but sharp looking, kid in an Alicia Broderick Western Tour t-shirt. He introduced himself as Billy and told me he would be around within earshot if I needed anything. Once he got me back to Alicia’s dressing room, he turned me over to Cindy. She was standing next to Alicia’s open door, while the latter, half-dressed, was talking to a young man in a business suit, and a middle-aged woman in a pantsuit reminiscent of Hillary, Queen of Billary.
“She wanted the door open until you got here, Charlie.” She looked in and announced me. “Oh, Princess Belle, the beast is here!” then started laughing and showed me in before shutting the door behind her and grabbing us both a bottle of water.
“Oh, Charlie, you’re here. Goodie! I can keep the door closed now. See, Lance, I wasn’t kidding. I’m not going to have any more shenanigans, and I don’t trust Monica any more than I trust you or that scumbag you work for.”
“Whatever. We just need you to get that contract for next year signed. You know the details, just sign the damned thing.”
“What’s the rush, Princess,” I asked, looking toward Alicia.
“Oh, Charlie, it’s just that they need to make arrangements and all that. I told them I need some time to look over it, but...”
“Monica? It’s Monica, right?” The woman nodded at me, very annoyed that a peon would stick their nose in their business. “Well, Monica, if memory serves, she should have a few weeks, at least, to look over it and see if all the Ts are dotted and the eyes are crossed.” I crossed my eyes at Cindy and Alicia getting them both to smile.
“This is none of your business, mister. Please vacate the premises while we discuss business.”
“Let me introduce myself, Monica, and whatsyourface that probably works for Jackson Malone, Vice President of Stupid. I’m Charles Connor. Anything she wants me to hear,” I pointed at Alicia, “I can listen in on. If you need the contract signed that quickly, another label is probably making a play for her, and you guys just found out about it. Sounds possible, anyway. Leave the contract and let her read it or send it to her lawyers and let them read it. Malone tried to pressure her into something, and we had a bit of an altercation. Your jaw won’t hold up as well, Monica, and you, whatsyourface...”
“Lance. Lance Malone, asshole.”
“Relation?”
“He’s my uncle, asshole, and you broke his jaw.”
“Get out. Alicia, tell them to get out before you quit and go to work for me or someone that knows what they’re doing. Please. I’m not demanding, just saying that there is something wrong here. I think you smell it, too.”
Alicia looked at Cindy and nodded.
Cindy rose to the occasion. “Out. Her lawyers will be in touch. Tonight’s is the last show, then we have some time off. Who knows how much, but that is not a decision for tonight. Please leave now, or I’ll call for assistance.”
“How dare you, you dumb...” whatshisface started to say before I interrupted him.
“Monica, take whatshisface, and leave, before I hurt Malone’s nephew as bad as I hurt him. I will consider it a pleasure. And an honor. Yes, both.”
She looked me square in the eye, then grabbed Lance’s sleeve and pulled him out of the room, saying behind her, “We’ll see who’s running this show very soon, Miss Broderick. That neanderthal and the titmouse are not going stop us from what we need to do.”
Alicia broke out laughing.
“What?” I asked as I turned and smiled at her. Cindy once again closed the door with just the three of us in the room this time.
“I’ve never had a knight in shining armor before, not to mention a lady in waiting to do my bidding.”
“I’m not all that, Ali. I can’t believe I stood up to them, though. Thank you, Charlie. Thanks, from both of us, I’m sure.”
“Yes, thank you, Charlie, but one of these days they’re going to send real thugs and try to clean your clock. Please be careful.”
“I’ll be ready for that, too, sweetheart. How are you feeling, anyway?”
“Tired. I’m looking forward to tonight, and just sleeping in tomorrow. We can, right?”
“Absolutely. No schedule at all, unless you declare one, I mean other than we need to be dressed and at the soiree at seven. And we lose an hour. Yeah, you can sleep in until six-thirty or so in the morning.” I grinned.
Alicia groaned. “Baloney. I’m not a genius, Charlie, but I’m thinking more like ten or eleven.”
“Your wish is my command, Princess Alicia. I am but the footman for your carriage.”
Alicia and Cindy both cracked up.
“I’ve got rooms for all three of us. Cindy, we’re putting you up way down the hall from us, but in an emergency, it’s a short walk. It’s a southwest style bed and breakfast. We’ll have most of the whole place to ourselves. My point? At least one night and morning of complete relaxation. As much as you want, anyway. The pool is probably nice and will be available for us all night.”
“Sounds wonderful, Charlie. Do you know someone?”
“I have people for that, princess mine. I have people,” I said with a grin.
To that, Alicia just broke out in laughter and tears.
Cindy followed suit, but left the room after declaring, “I’m going to find Millie and Suzie, Ali. We’re an hour and a half out.”
“Thanks, Cindy.” Alicia was regaining her composure. She pulled me to the couch, sat me down and climbed into my lap. “Charlie, are you still thinking seriously about me?”
“First, yes. Second, how serious are you, and how serious do you want me to be?”
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