Chapter 49: Girl Crush

The John Labatt Center, London, Ontario
10:53pm, Friday, January 4, 1980

... With our mics ‘not-hot’ according to Devin’s earlier message, Eda said, “As we were playing that song, I was thinking it sure would be nice if Cathy and Paul joined us on Danger Zone. They helped us write it, so...”

“That’s an awesome idea E. Devin, can we do that?” Sammy said and immediately sought out permission from our concert producer.

“Ha! Didn’t you young’uns just kinda brow-beat me into letting you do that two-band mashup? Do you seriously think I... ?”

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Devin. We love you!” Lynette interjected with a laugh.

“Ah, Stagers, if you would just remove Steve’s platform that would be good. We need Cathy’s platform left in place for a moment or three,” Devin said with an exasperated voice. With the stagers sound off, he added for the bands’ benefit, “I could use a few of those, ‘Shot down, firing back straight Crowns,’ about now.

“In an hour or so, Dev. In an hour or so,” Wilson chuckled from beside his boss.

“If I survive that freckin’ long,” Devin countered.

“Turn us hot, Devin and we’ll get this last set underway,” I said as I watched the stage-hands finish moving Steve’s platform out of the way from the darkened ‘blue-lite’ stage area.

Not surprising, a spotlight picked me up after I stood up and walked to the front of the stage. The crowd responded with a roar as I shielded my eyes for a second at that somewhat blinding experience. “Hey, guys!” I said with a wave. “As you might have guessed, we had a change of plans on that last song and, well, we’ve got a second change for you.” I paused as the crowd gave us a burst of applause. “As you can kinda see behind me, we’ve kept Cathy’s drum platform on the stage for a reason ... we’re gonna kick off our final set by having two of the original Time Bandit members play with us on a song they helped write. Soooo, would you please welcome back to the stage, our good friends ... Paul and Cathy McGregory!”

The stage lights were brought up and a couple of spotlights shone upon the McGregory twins as they bounded out onto the main stage. The Time Bandettes rushed to give our friends a hug as they passed Cathy’s platform. I gave Cathy a little kiss before she turned and hopped up on her drum platform. Paul and I simply shared a fist-bump, and then he moved over alongside Brick.

“Thank you!” Cathy called out as she waved from behind her royal blue Ludwig drum kit.

“Ready?” I said as I looked around the stage at my six co-musicians. Their smiles told me all I needed to know, so I turned to the crowd and asked, “Are you ready! Ready to enter the...”

Right then, Lisa and Paul, along with Lynette blasted off with the opening notes to our best known song, Danger Zone. The crowd’s explosive roar told us we that song didn’t need any further introduction.

Just before Sammy and I moved out onto the walkway to do our shared forty-second dueling guitar solo, Brick and Eda both decided to take the rest of this song off to let the original bassist and drummer of our band have some fun time together with Lynette, Sammy and me. Even though our Timmins’ friends had never played this song with us, neither Paul nor Cathy missed a lick laying down the driving back beat for this smash hit.

After returning from the walkway, I gave Paul an easy shot to his right deltoid and then did a running jump up onto Cathy’s drum platform. I sang the final few ‘Danger Zone’ lines from beside my first girlfriend as she finished off this song with a killer drum run and series of cymbal crashes.

All of us, but Eda moved to give Paul and Cathy a hug as the crowd went crazy at the conclusion of Danger Zone. Eda had started to get up from her drum throne to join us in our group hug, but Devin said through our monitors, “E, we need you to get going on Ain’t That a Shame in a few seconds.”

Eda settled for calling out, “Love you guys!” from her upper level position.

As the stage hands quickly moved Cathy’s mobile platform off the main stage, Eda did begin her wickedly unique drum solo introduction to our cover of Fats Domino’s classic hit song. Her spotlighted forty-five seconds of drumming took the focus off the stage hands before Sammy, Lisa and Cano added their instruments to the E’s pounding sounds. After thirty more seconds of their incredible playing, I bounded out onto the stage with Silverburst firing on all ‘six-strings’.

The five of us jammed for an additional two minutes before we eased off slightly as a prelude to Jennifer’s grand entrance. Our guest singer walked out onto the upper level that the Jazz Band members used. The ten-thousand-plus fans gave another burst of energy when the spotlights picked up this naked beauty as she slowly sauntered to the curved stairs.

Our fans upped their noise when Jennifer began to sing:

Jennifer slowly and sexily stepped down the curved stairs as she sang that first verse. She made it as far as the mid-level area when she started to sing the second verse. Our brunette beauty reached the main stage level as she sang that verse’s final line, “You’re the one to blame,” and then added a smoldering, “Oh, yeah, yes you are!” which definitely upped the ‘hotness-quotient’ on the stage.

Sammy, Lisa and I jammed for twenty-five seconds as Jennifer pranced her athletic nude body across the front of the main stage. As the three of us guitarists eased off our playing, Jennifer wrapped her arms over Sammy’s and Lisa’s shoulders to sing:

Jennifer immediately turned to sashay back up the stairs as I ripped out a short fifteen-second riff. She got to the mid-level when she turned and sang the first verse’s lyrics again. Once more, she turned to complete her sexy journey to the upper-level as Lynette did a short sequence on her keyboards. As our guest singer slowly made her way across the Jazz Band’s area, the five of us began our distinctive eleven-part conclusion to this song. I played the first, sixth, and last micro-solo with Brick playing the second and seventh, Lynette going third and eight, followed by Sammy’s and E’s fourth-fifth and ninth-tenth slots.

Eda stood up behind her drum kit at the conclusion of that Fats’ song and said, “Miss Jennifer Rathje, everybody!” as she waved for our friend to come back out onto the upper level.

Jennifer skipped out onto the performance deck and took a well-deserved bow. When she started to walk off the upper level, Sammy said, “Jennifer will be back shortly with her saxophone, as well as to sing another song with us.” That earned another burst of applause from the crowd

When the stage lights were lowered, the crowd noise did likewise. With faint spotlights on Sammy and me, she cried into her handheld microphone, “Sometimes, it just ain’t enough!” at me as I stood at the opposite walkway entrance. I gave her a big smile, paused and then echoed her plaintive cry on my ‘Cuda Fender guitar.

Sammy laughed as she started to walk out onto the walkway and squealed, “Sometimesssss ... it just ain’t eee-ee-nough!” She was laying it on pretty thick at me, so I took a few steps on my side of the walkway and juiced up my guitar’s response to match her vocals.

Sammy egged on the crowd with her arms as she continued around the walkway. She stopped about halfway to the apex and growled, “‘Cause I got to have it all.” I instantly ripped a mirrored groove as I matched her march on the walkway. We repeated those vocal and guitar phrases two times before we came together at the walkway’s apex.

My redheaded rock-goddess then leaned way back and screamed, “Well, I want it ALLLLLLLLLLLLLL!” which I easily mirrored on my ‘Cuda during her wild scream.

Sammy rested her head on my chest as I added a short spicy lick after our shared vocal-guitar contest. When she pushed away from me, she smiled and demandingly said, “‘Cause I want the ... best ... of ... both ... worlds.”

During those forceful words, I fired off a few crazy reverb’d licks before I tore into the opening guitar groove to Best of Both Worlds. Eda simply tapped her drumsticks together as I played four measures of that killer guitar intro. Phil perfectly had the stage lit up like a Christmas tree when E, Lisa and Lynette joined me in playing this future Van Halen hit.

As I started my journey back to the main stage, Sammy stayed out near the apex of the walkway and began to do a Wushu kata to the music. The crowd was mesmerized as the sinewy redhead’s arms and legs moved with grace and power to throw or block imaginary punches and kicks. Sammy crouched down after she landed a spinning roundhouse kick and began to sing:

The four of us on the main stage watched Sammy’s Wushu and vocal performance as this was the first time we played this song with Sammy sharing the lead vocals with me. Prior to our rehearsals at Althouse College on this massive stage, we talked about how we could integrate some of Sammy’s martial arts moves during the show. Because she wasn’t playing a guitar on this song, we came up with a plan that would give her a vocal roll, as well as a vehicle to show off her amazing physical talents.

For these next few lines, Lynette had Devin put up two pictures on the video screens as I sang:

“Well there’s a picture ... in a gallery,

Fallen angels, looking a lot like you.

We forget ... where we come from sometimes,

I had a dream, it was really (both of) you-ow-ow.” (I added the parenthesis words to the lyrics.)

The pictures showed Lynette and her ‘older-looking-future-cousin’ Kaleigh in mirrored bare breasted images from their two seduction stripteases of me. Kaleigh’s was from my ‘future’ fortieth birthday event at her Fitness for Boomers club, and Lynette’s from the evening she gave herself to me for the first time in her parents’ canopy bed. The pictures of sixteen-year-old Lynette and twenty-two-year-old Kaleigh looked like the same person, with Kaleigh’s image possibly being Cano in more adult-like makeup. Both images showed the cute mole on their right breasts, just below their equally puffy nipples. Only my close friends and Ms. Dillon knew these two beauties were my two best of both worlds‘ soulmates.

Because this song was super special to Cano and me, I hustled up beside her as I played my wicked ‘double-handed-finger-tapping’ guitar solo. I stayed on the curved stairway to finish out the song as Lynette joined Sammy and me to harmonize on the last two repeated choruses of the song.

The crowd loved how we finished this song. Sammy stood alongside Lisa on the main stage and looked up in Cano’s and my direction to sing, “Tell me, is it enough?” to which my soulmate and I countered, “Now will it ever be enough? Oh-oh-oh-ohhhhh.”

We performed Sammy’s I Hate Myself For Lovin’ You, and Lisa’s These Dreams as we normally have during our regular concerts. The only difference, and it was especially evident during Lisa’s angelic song, was that that both girls were stunningly naked as they rocked the JLC. The crowd couldn’t get enough of Lisa’s energetic leg kicks and ‘running man’ motions. The way her ‘double-Ds’ bounced against the demi-corset’s half cups, I thought that piece of lingerie would need to trashed due to being abused beyond future usefulness.

As Lisa moved to put her Warwick bass back around her neck, Lynette and Sammy snapped their hand-held mics from their mic-stands. I once more suddenly felt like ‘Daniel’ being lowered into the lion’s den. All three of those girls on the main stage had silly grins on their faces as I took as long as possible to change out my ‘Cuda Fender for my Silverburst axe.

When I turned towards them, both Sammy’s and Cano’s facial expressions took on a ravenous overtone as Lynette said, “When we first starting planning for this naked concert, we wanted to show everyone a few of the things we experienced during our NIS week at Medway. Now that that stupid program has been canceled, Sammy and I figured we better not do those shocking things... Ha! NOT!”

“Yeah, we hope you enjoy our little version of NIS heaven... ‘cos we sure believe Mike will!” Sammy laughed.

“This song is called, Finish What You Started...” Lynette said and Sammy added, “And we intend to do exactly what it says.”

“Please pray for Mike,” Eda laughed from her drum throne and then rapped out the opening beat to this super charged song.

“We’ll take care of him ... really well,” Lynette said as she ran her hands up and down my arms as she gently nudged me towards the front of the stage while I played this song’s technical guitar opening.

Crouched down on my right, Sammy ran her hands up the inside of my right leg as she cried, “Wow, oh-oh-yeah.“

My naked soulmate saddled up on my left, pressing her firm breasts with their diamond hard puffy nipples against my left arm and sang,

Sammy immediately sang as she gently fingered my balls and spread her legs wide open for the crowd:

“We’ve got the tools, to satisfy,

Just walk away ... if we fall shy at all ... C’mon, Baby.”

Both girls then moved out in front of me to provocatively dance and sultrily sing:

Sammy returned to her best tormenting position, beside my right leg and started to rub on my now semi-erect cock as Lynette played to the crowd and sang:

It’s alive and it’s kicking, (Lisa and E harmonized on “It’s alive” with Lynette)

Inside of me. (See ** below for Lynette’s action here)

So, come on, Baby, please! (All four Bandettes’ harmonized this line)

Please! Please!” (Lynette cried out)

By the time Sammy harmonized with the other girls, she had achieved the first part of their sinful goal ... getting my thick cock to stand up proudly on stage and on national television. Her skilled right fingers were teasing the sensitive underside of my shaft, as well as squeezing out a large dollop of my clear pre-cum from my bulbous crown.

** Helping that slippery fluid’s arrival from my shaft was witnessing Lynette’s long left index and middle fingers being pushed into her pussy as she sang that ‘inside of me‘ phrase. While I wasn’t positive that Devin had put that action up on the main video screens, I guessed it was due to the, “Holy shit!” “Look at her fingers!” cries I heard from the students at the front of the stage. Lynette finished her fingers’ inward thrust on her, “Please! Please!“ plea.

During the next sinful verse and chorus, Lynette and Sammy traded off stroking my hard cock or fingering their own juicy pussies. I thought they had finally decided to give me a little break in their tormenting as Lisa and Eda powered out a strong back-beat for my guitar solo. Then, during the transition to our planned audience participation segment of this song, both of my tormenters returned with a vengeance.

After the Bandettes’ sang, “C’mon, Baby finish what you started ... I’m incomplete!“ couplets a few times, Sammy said to the crowd, “You guys sing this, while I take care of some important business.”

The crowd did just that as Lynette started them off with, “C’mon...” to which they shouted, “Baby, finish what you started!“

Sammy laughed into her mic, “I’m incomplete!” as she got down on her knees in front of me.

Lynette prompted the crowd with, “That ain’t...” to which they sang, “... no way to treat the broken hearted!”

“I need some sympathy!” Sammy bellowed as she started to stroke my hard shaft again.

The crowd didn’t need Lynette’s next prompt as they picked up the rhythm of the song from E’s, Lisa’s and my guitar sounds to shout, “C’mon Baby, finish what you started!”

This time, Lynette growled, “I’m incomplete!” as she stood in front of me to pinch-pull her hard puffy left nipple with her right thumb and middle finger.

Once more, the crowd shouted, “C’mon, Baby finish what you started!” to our trio’s driving music. This time, Sammy surprised everyone in the building, including me when she exclaimed:

“I need some MAN-MEATTTTT!”

As soon as she finished with that shocking phrase, our redheaded singer aimed my hard cock at her mouth and plunged her lips over my large crown to swallow five of my seven inches in her hot oral cavity.

What was probably more surprising than Sammy’s words and continued oral actions was my response to them. I felt an obvious surge of energy having my shaft swallowed on stage, but I turned that energy into the best sounding guitar solo I had ever performed for this song. With Sammy bobbing her head up and down my cock, I tore into Silverburst’s strings like a demon possessed. Both of my hands were on autopilot as they switched from plucking to tapping to pinching actions when needed to create this monster sound without conscious thought from me.

After I opened my eyes, I locked them with Lynette’s hazel green orbs as I continued to shred my guitar. My soulmate continued to pinch her puffy nipples and she now started to tease her meaty pussy with the fat non-pickup end of her wireless microphone. Thankfully, Lisa and E sang the remaining vocals to this song as all three of us former NIS students were nearing the ‘climax’ of our onstage performances. Feeling Sammy’s tongue on the sensitive underside of my thick shaft and seeing Cano microphone masturbate herself to an orgasm triggered my explosive eruption within Sammy’s mouth as I played the final few measures of Finish What You Started.

The flood in Sammy’s mouth, as well as her fingers in her copper-topped pink pussy caused our redheaded rock-goddess to climax a few seconds after Cano and me. I was surprised that Sammy was able to continue sucking on my cock as her body convulsed from the waves of pleasure her fingers created at her pussy.

As the three of us recovered from those killer orgasms, Lisa chortled, “I guessing they really did finish what they started based on Mike’s cum dribbling down Sammy’s chin.”

“Both of them finished themselves off, too,” E chuckled as Sammy and Lynette slowly got up off the stage floor and joined me in giving somewhat embarrassed looking waves to the cheering crowd.

When Lynette got a good look at Sammy’s face, she said, “Come here, Sammy, let me clean off your chin.” Her words were unintentionally picked up by one of their mics. Those words and her licking the dribble of cum from Sammy’s chin caused another loud gasp from the crowd.

Sammy smiled out at the crowd and honestly replied, “Hey, what we just did was exactly what happened during our school’s NIS relief and class room lessons.”

“And it was one of the more fun aspects of that crazy program,” Lynette added before she lifted Sammy’s pussy-juiced fingers up to her mouth to suck them clean of her feminine fluids.

As my two school-bandmates and I returned to a homeostatic level, Wayne with his saxophone and Jennifer without hers, returned to the main stage. Jennifer took charge of things as Lynette moved back up to her mid-level playing area and Sammy simply chilled from her ‘relief experience’. Our naked guest singer said, “This next song is something Sammy and I wrote almost a year ago. Now, if there are any girls in the inner circle who has kissed another girl, we’d like you to move to the walkway’s edge and park your tushy on it. Guys, give those lovely ladies a hand, if needed.”

As Jennifer instructed the naked students on what she wanted done, I swapped out my Silverburst guitar for my Don Felder double-necked axe. This next song was a tricky one for me to play, even though it wasn’t technically hard. There was still something screwy going on within my brain that made transitioning from one guitar neck to the other a dicey move.

With about forty naked beauties of all shapes and sizes sitting and laughing around the inner edge of the walkway, Sammy stepped up to Jennifer and asked, “What do you have planned, Jenni-poo?”

“Just follow my lead, Sammy and we’ll have a good time,” Jennifer replied with a smile. Jennifer then lifted her hand-held mic up to her mouth and said, “As I mentioned, this song is something Sammy and I wrote, and it’s about things that girls sometimes like to do with each other ... just for fun. So, if you beauties sitting on the edge of the walkway are ready, willing and able, we’d like to do, I Kissed a Girl for you?” Those forty-ish beautiful teen girls, along with the rest of the crowd screamed and yelled at Jennifer’s question.

Sammy and Jennifer did a magnificent job sharing lead vocals on this future Katy Perry song. After alternating their vocals on the first verse and chorus at the front of the main stage, Jennifer motioned for Sammy to head out the right walkway, while she moved to the left. As Sammy sang, “No, I don’t even know your name, it doesn’t matter, “ Jennifer bent over to give the first naked beauty sitting on the walkway a kiss.

Sammy immediately picked up on Jennifer’s reasoning for having these girls on the walkway. As Jennifer sang the next line, “Your my experimental game, it’s just human nature,” Sammy gave the pudgy brunette on her part of the walkway a kiss on her lips and got ready to sing her next line.

This ‘sing and kiss’ combination continued throughout the remainder of the song until both naked beauties met at the walkway’s apex. There, they then shared their own passionate kiss. Because we were watching this play out in front of us, Lynette, Lisa and Eda easily knew to pick up the ending few choral lines as the two lead vocalists remained lip-locked ‘till the end of this ‘magical beauty of a girl’ song.

During the instrumental section of Jennifer’s and Sammy’s song, Wayne played an amazing tenor sax solo. During our rehearsals, he had moved out onto the curved walkway to play his gold and silver saxophone. With the walkway currently occupied by the bevy of naked beauties, my friend simply did his best Clarence Clemmons impersonation from the front center stage area. Even though this song was totally about the girls, I was glad when Sammy and Jennifer did a wonderful job introducing Wayne to the crowd.

As Wayne waved to the crowd while walking off the stage, Lynette moved to put her fire-engine red keytar over her dirty blonde head of hair. A stage hand walked out with a ‘snare-drum’ which Eda was going to play at the front of the stage with the other three Time Bandettes. For this next song, I was completely free of any musical responsibilities as Sammy had the easy guitar part covered with her seafoam green Strat. I was simply looking forward to dancing with my three non-musician girlfriends, who had been helped up onto the main stage by a few of our Medway friends in the inner circle.

With me standing with Tempe, Shannon and Zupena off the Time Bandettes’ right, Lynette waved to us and said, “Don’t those four make a cute couple?” The crowd laughingly roared at her play on words about us being a couple. My soulmate then said, “It was at a moment like this a month or so ago ... seeing Mike standing there with those three gorgeous honey blondes that the four of us Time Bandettes had a musical inspiration, and this song was the result. We hope you enjoy our recollection of having a Girl Crush.”

(Note: Girl Crush was written by Lori McKenna, Hillary Lindsey and Liz Rose in 2014. It was performed by my favorite country group, Little Big Town, and is from their album, Pain Killer. This song won numerous awards in 2015 and 2016, including the CMA’s song and single of the year, the Grammy’s best country song and the CMT’s group video of the year. Girl Crush was the number one song on the Billboard’s Country charts for thirteen straight weeks. Some ‘conservative’ radio stations pulled this song from their airwaves due to the mistaken ‘lesbian-tone’ of the lyrics. Girl Crush actually focuses on the guy the singer previously had or wants to have as she watches him with his current flame. The (parenthesis) words are the true lyrics as the Time Bandettes modified the lyrics for their version of this song.)

Sammy immediately began to pluck out the soft opening notes on her guitar as Eda picked up the drum-brushes she was going to use for this easy going ballad. My three beautiful blondes stepped apart and I took Tempe’s hand in mine to lead her into a few slow underarm spins as Lynette sweetly began to sing:

Lisa then took over and in her angelic voice sang:

During the next transition of vocalists, I easily passed Tempe off to Zupena’s waiting hand and joined Shannon in a couple of individual turns before pulling her in to my chest and simply swaying to the soft music and vocals. After Lisa’s lyrics, Lynette played a soft keytar melody to match Sammy’s guitar, and Lisa added a super soft bass backbeat. Eda, who hadn’t joined in yet, used her drum-brushes to tap her lips as she sang:

Sammy, in her softest, totally non-rock-goddess voice then sang:

The four Time Bandettes then beautifully harmonized on the chorus as I continued to lead Shannon through a few simple ‘inside’ and ‘self-spin’ turns, which indeed sent her long blonde hair flying around her beautiful face and firm breasts. In their heaven sent voices, my bandmates harmonized the chorus:

“I got a girl crush.” (Repeated two times)

I made a wonderful pass off of Shannon for Zupena as Eda added her wonderfully simple snare-drum brush stroking sounds to this beautiful ballad for the second verse. Sammy led off this verse and sang:

Without interrupting her smooth brush strokes, E then sang:

I reached out for Tempe’s hand and began a three person dance with Tempe easily turning under my and Zupena’s long, high-held arms. Shannon used her cheer and dance training to gracefully move around us, matching the slow moves I had Tempe and Zupena perform. As my three angels danced with me, Lynette and Lisa joined together to harmonize:

Sammy and Eda once more added their voices with my two girlfriends’ sweet voices to softly sing, “I got a girl crush.”

Sammy and Lynette then played off each other for twenty-five seconds of heavenly sounds as I picked up Shannon’s hand and danced with her beside Zupena, who led Tempe in a mirroring of Shannon’s simple turns.

As my bandmates stopped playing their instruments, I pulled Shannon, Zupena and Tempe into my body for a group hug and some soft shared sugar. At that same time, Eda, then Lisa, then Sammy and finally Lynette sang in that order: