Chapter 21: Sauna Stories and Concert Tours

Edie Gerst and her editor published the story about my baby, Summer, George, Crystal, and me on Thursday. They carefully picked the day of the week, because that’s the day most of the tabloids get to the newsstands, so it would be a week before they would be able to catch up with the scoop we’d given the Dayton Daily News. By the time they would be able to write about the story, it have become old news, and depending on what else happened during the week, including what flying saucers landed where, we might not even be on the cover. One could only hope.

The article would inspire the radio and television media, but their stories were often muted and not as prone to the yellow journalisn of the tabloids.

Edie’s articles and four photographs were syndicated and showed up in other daily newspapers on Friday morning – at least, those that were fast enough to pick up the story off the wire. ET, and Access Hollywood picked up the story but made surprisingly light of the news, giving the story only a minute or two on each of their broadcasts; none of them turned it into a scandal, just a happy recognition of a singer-star’s baby and the hope that another was on the way. If you hadn’t listened carefully, you would have missed that the mother was someone else’s wife.

People magazine did get in touch with Terry and asked to do a feature spread on me, the baby, the mother, and the unique and loving arrangement that we had between us. They promised a favorable treatment. Previously, they had done right by us, so I trusted them. Terry set up the interview in Nashville for a few days after we returned and before Crystal and I started a concert tour of a dozen cities.

After Edie’s article got published, and we saw how the news sat with the public; we all breathed easier. Crystal, Edie, and I stayed three more days at the Ellis’ cottage in Michigan, and then we followed each other south to Greenville. Crystal rode with the Ellis’ so she could play with Summer and my baby in the backseat of their car. I rode the Harley. Edie drove behind me in her car.

To our surprise, the paparazzi had vanished from Greenville; they’d been scooped, and the vultures headed off to some other potential scandal. We stayed overnight at the Ellis’, said goodbye the next morning, and then I followed Edie and Crystal on my motorcycle all the way to Nashville. We’d invited Edie to be our guest, to be present at the People interview if their reporters didn’t mind, and to join us for the first venue of our next tour. Edie was so excited she could hardly contain herself.

Nadia greeted us at the Nashville house with hugs and kisses much to the surprise of Edie who also got included. Nadia could be very inclusive and demonstrative. Ellen and Claire had gone into Nashville for a few nights at Ellen’s condominium and to hang around with Terry and Dan, our agent and publicist, respectively, so the three of us had the house to ourselves.

I went for a run to iron out the kinks from riding the motorcycle for seven hours. When I got back Nadia had organized a fabulous dinner for us, so I showered quickly and joined the women on the patio outside the kitchen. At our insistence, Nadia joined us for the cocktail hour; however, she kept racing back and forth to the kitchen to tend to her feast. She told us what she’d heard in the grapevine about my fatherhood (my reputation hadn’t suffered, and probably improved), and we got her talking about her classes.

As Nadia moved around the house, I evaluated her again. She still had the sexiest ass I’d ever seen on a woman, plus that cute Russian accent and vocabulary that often created a sentence structure so funny we had to laugh aloud – a point that never seemed to bother her; she learned from her mistakes. Nadia appeared more grown up than when Ellen and I had left alone to go to the west coast to make a movie – more mature, open, empathetic.

After dinner, the four of us went to the sauna. Nadia had quickly caught on that we had an intimate relationship with Edie, and she told me she wanted to be counted in on whatever happened. In an aside moment, she said to me in a whisper, “I like Miss Edie. Do you think she will let me play with her tonight – to lick her? Can we all play together? I am again tired of my battery toy; I need you – at least, a time with you so to make me feel right again.” She gave me her goofy grin that clearly meant she wanted me to fuck her brains out. The idea appealed to me too.

We sat in the sauna and enjoyed each other’s nudity. Crystal got each of us talking about the sexiest or most unusual times we’d had sex. We were each to tell a story to titillate the others according to Crystal’s rules. This would be a form of foreplay for us. We were supposed to be explicit and salacious in our descriptions, according to Crystal.

After great teasing, I had to go first and Crystal restricted me to talking about something that had happened on my road trip, although she had heard most of the stories. I told the three women about my stay in Arkansas during my road trip. I’d been arrested in Louisiana for felony robbery on a case of mistaken identity, and easily proved my innocence after a night in jail. I spotted my ‘twin’ riding a nearly identical motorcycle in the small town of El Dorado, Arkansas. I hung out in a diner across the street from where I saw the bike to keep an eye on my nemesis – the guy I thought might have done the robberies I got arrested for. Later, he was indeed caught ‘red handed’ with my help.

The waitress and owner of the diner was a pretty woman named Pat. She and I hit it off, and the next you knew I’d taken a job there as a cook, dishwasher, and counterman to help out for a week. Well, one thing led to another, and one night we made love in every booth, on every table, and all along the various counters in the place. We were insatiable sex maniacs for the week I spent there. I described several of our sexual forays in stroke-by-stroke details much to the delight of my sauna mates.

Crystal went next. George Rinard, her co-star in the movie she’d just completed in Europe – mainly Paris and Moscow – took her to a gala at the Louvre one evening. They and several hundred others enjoyed a cocktail hour, a sit down dinner, and private tours. She told us, “I challenged George to find a place where he could make love to me – he could be such a stick at times. He was suitably shocked, but then started to look for places as we walked along looking at the art.”

She continued after wiping a bead of perspiration from her face, “We lagged behind our small tour group to look at some tapestries from around the year 800. A small nook in the wall behind one tapestry that hung to the floor afforded us a hiding place. As our tour disappeared, George knelt, pulled down my panties, and ate me for five minutes as I groaned in pleasure. After than, we changed places, and I gave him the blow job of all blow jobs; and after that, I pulled my evening gown up to my waist, dropped the top of my strapless dress, and lay down on a hidden display case that seemed to be just the right height. George fucked me until we both came.”

Crystal giggled a little, “As we straightened ourselves to be presentable again, and I might mention I had his cum running down my legs under my floor length gown, I noticed that we’d screwed atop a display case containing the oldest Persian carpet ever discovered – something from the fifth century B.C. It had been removed from the grave of a Scythian prince – whatever that meant. It was beautiful and so old, and so worthy of our fucking on top of it.”

We all laughed and turned to Nadia. She began, “When I turn eighteen, I go to Leningrad or now St. Petersburg; my father he have business there, and it is February and very cold, but not to bother, we used to that where we live so dress appropriately. I walk around and take tours while papa does his business over several days, and I meet a nice soldier on leave. He from Ukraine. First day, we kiss a lot; second day, I decide I want to make love with the handsome guy.”

We were all hanging on every word, delighting in her small slips of grammar. She went on, “We can find nowhere inside suitable to fuck, so we decide to do it outside, but the temperature is minus fifteen degrees celsius – that near zero the way you measure. This plus wind blowing. We walk and find cozy place under a bridge near the Winter Palace. We both strip off our clothing except boots until nearly naked, and then we happily fuck. We both turn blue too, really bright blue – and we worry about frost bite of vital parts. We laughing a lot, too. We dress really fast, and run to a pub to get warm, and it takes us over an hour to stop shaking from the cold. People in restaurant surely knew what we had been doing because we are both so blue – even my breasts had turned blue when I look at them in lavatory trying to get warm. Nipples stay erect rest of day.”

After suitable appreciation for the coldest fuck any of us had experienced by far, we looked at Edie. The sudden focus by the three of us on her made her blush, a reaction hard to see given the rosy state the sauna had created on our bodies – the opposite of Nadia’s coldest fuck story.

Edie hesitated. She started in a low tone so we had to lean forward to hear her. “I did some crazy things in college, not always intentionally. And, I need to tell you that I wasn’t completely candid with you in Michigan about having had a sexual experience with more than one person at a time.” She gave us all an embarrassed little grin.

We nodded in unison for her to continue. “I was a junior and majoring in communications. People in that major also had many friends in the drama and theater group, especially those that put on plays at the campus theater. Anyway, there were these two guys that I really liked, but I started to date one of them – Steve. We were wild in bed, just like all of you.” She gave us a lascivious smile.

“One time while we were fucking, Steve got me talking about whom else I liked, so I confessed to liking a friend we all called Tink. As we went along Steve laid out this whole threesome scenario with the two of us and Tink; I got so hot that I couldn’t stand it. Anyway, he got me to agree to a threesome and by that time I would have taken on the entire football team.”

Crystal smirked and said, “That’s not so unusual, is it?”

Edie ignored Crystal’s taunt and said, “Oh, I forgot to tell you, I also shared a fantasy with Steve about screwing somewhere where we might get caught or seen. I guess I’m a bit of an exhibitionist as well as a voyeur.” She paused and regained her train of thought, “So, Steve talks to Tink who jumps at the opportunity to jump my bones. Moreover, the three of us agree to do it on the stage of the campus theater some night when nothing is going on and we have the place to ourselves.”

“So, one night, we sneak into the theater, turn on one or two dim lights so we can see what we’re doing, push a sofa used in some play into the middle of the stage, strip all our clothes off, and I start by sitting between the two guys as they kiss and paw all over me, including finger fucking me. As they do that to me, I’m holding their cocks and stroking them off. My temperature rises past boiling. After a few minutes, I take turns giving them blow jobs, and next one of them eats me out while I suck on the other. We trade back and forth several times.”

Edie paused to make sure everyone was listening, “So, one guy starts fucking me and I suck the other, and the guys take turns flipping me back and forth much to my delight. We try several positions, all on the couch in the middle of the stage. After a while, Steve asks whether I want to be double penetrated. I think about this because I’d never had anal sex up to that point, but I agree if he can find some lube. He must have planned ahead, because he produced a tube of stuff.”

“Steve greased me up as well as his cock, and I bend over, he slowly works himself into me, and I kind of enjoy it – it’s different and dirty and sexy, anyway. After a few minutes, he pulls me up and into his lap, and Tink comes and sinks himself into my vagina. So, I’m fucking two guys at once, and I start throwing off one orgasm after another with little screams, and Steve says to Tink and me, I’m about to cum – really hard – this is the fucking best sex I’ve ever had. Tink agreed, and announced he was about to cum. Meanwhile, I was about to cum again, and about a minute or two later, all three of us start moaning and when I’m not cumming I’m screaming things like ‘Oh, fuck, this is great,’ or whatever.”