Chapter 34

Joe and Celia headed to Eddie’s studio late morning, a few hours after Maria had headed to work. Before leaving, the two had made love. Long and lingering and loving. Joe never going past a medium tempo, not needing to. Going just a little faster when he came, and she came for the last time. Pretty much in synch. Omelets for breakfast, prepared by Joe, a shared shower, and they were ready to leave.

The tough Russian, not the most amiable butler, once more let them in. “They are in the studio,” he muttered. Joe noticed the same hot blonde in the kitchen eating lunch.

Downstairs, they found Eddie in his usual position, sitting on a chair and fingering his twelve string. Rachel and Jane sat facing him, not all that close together. They both turned to smile at Joe.

“You’re still here,” Joe remarked to Rachel.

“Just making friends,” Rachel smirked.

Jane blushed, which Joe didn’t understand. The two didn’t seem as if they’d gotten intimate.

“Glad you’re here,” Eddie smiled, standing and setting aside the guitar. “Grab the bass.” Joe noticed one set on a stand. The same type Joe preferred. Eddie continued, “Jane?”

“You want me to drum?” she asked excitedly.

“Arrange them how you want.” A full set awaited her.

“So cool,” she murmured, walking over to them.

Eddie grabbed his Les Paul Jr, already patched in, as was Joe’s bass. They both turned on their amps and tuned.

“What do you know?” Eddie asked Jane.

“Most of the Monsters. Some of MIRE.”

“How about Rache the Bache?” Rachel snickered. Jane blushed again.

“You know it?” Eddie asked her.

“I do.”

Eddie turned on his mic. “Then let’s do it.”

And they did, Jane pounding away at her drums as if playing the song for years, different than others had, but perfectly.

“With that I’m gone,” Rachel laughed.

“Sounded good,” Eddie told Jane.

“Thanks.”

“You want to work on something new?” Eddie asked Joe.

“Sure,” Joe grinned.

“It’s sort of a Bolero song. So start quiet Jane.”

“Okay,” her excitement palpable in that one word.

“We’ll work on the music, then I’ll grab my notebook.”

Joe nodded. Business as usual, though sometimes Eddie would find a riff and improvise lyrics. Usually when it was just the two of them.

Eddie continued on a roll. The song was really good. When Eddie grabbed his notebook, he turned on the deck that would record things ambiently. Working through the board would come later, for actual recording.

Jane was definitely affected by Eddie.

“Want to go upstairs?” Eddie grinned at Joe.

“Sure,” Joe grinned back.

An elevator took them up to the top floor. A huge master bedroom, a large bathroom, an office. Eddie’s and Rachel’s space.

Once in the bedroom, which had a king sized bed, Celia immediately stripped. “Get naked, wimp. Where’s your fucking cornholer?”

“Bottom drawer,” Eddie swallowed, gesturing to the closest chest of drawers to the bed.

Joe stripped as well, and Jane finally got the message and followed suit.

“Sit, Sweet Jane,” Joe commanded, and Jane sat on the foot of the bed, her head swiveling from Eddie’s thick cock to Joe’s less thick but longer one. Joe knelt and opened her legs and tasted her abundant juices.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned.

“On your back, wanker,” Celia ordered, putting on her strap on with the narrow cock attached. She went back for a small flogger and some KY and set them aside beside Eddie, bringing the fake cock to Eddie’s mouth, kneeling beside his head. “Suck it!”

“Yes Mistress,” Eddie murmured.

“Oh God!” Jane screeched, already cumming.

“Did she just...” Eddie couldn’t help commenting.

“I guess she’s like that,” Celia chuckled. “Now use your mouth for better things.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Scoot up,” said Joe, and while Jane did, he retrieved a condom from his shoulder bag. Again Jane switched back and forth from watching Eddie and Celia and seeing Joe’s approaching cock. But that focus remained on Joe when he sank into her.

“Yes!” she exclaimed.

Many more exclamation followed, a lot of them insisting Joe fuck her harder. Some resembled that first screech, as she came multiple times. Her extreme intensity, and the fast fucking, brought Joe his climax fairly quickly for him.

After that they became audience to Celia abusing Eddie, with whipping and words. By then she was reaming him, with him face down. “Feel enough energy to suck me?” Joe asked Jane.

“Sure,” Jane smiled and started getting him hard again. He maneuvered her over him, so he could return the favor. Careful this time to try to build her to a larger orgasm. Hard to do with her extreme sensitivity, but he managed.

“Joe?” Celia growled a question.

Joe sent Jane over for her biggest orgasm of the day, and moved from under her, grabbing the KY. Celia stilled to let him oil her asshole. Eddie had cum before. She was riding his second erection. Joe carefully entered her tight anus. Once through the sphincter, he was quicker pushing ever deeper inside her. She enthusiastically got double fucked, setting the pace through her bouncing for both cocks. Eddie still came first, moments before she did. Only then did Joe slowly withdraw.

“Wow, that was weird,” Jane murmured, stroking herself.

Celia chuckled breathlessly before slowly moving to Jane and bringing her mouth to Jane’s sodden pussy.

“Oh fuck,” Jane exclaimed.

“Sweet Jane,” Celia grinned.

Meanwhile Joe went to the bathroom and thoroughly washed his cock, which remained erect.

He and Eddie became voyeurs, on either side of the ladies, watching Celia bring Jane even more orgasms. Joe doing all he could to avoid seeing the direction of Eddie’s glances, more interested in his cock then the girls. Finally Celia sensually climbed up Jane’s body, kissing along the way, pausing at her breasts a moment before bringing Jane’s sweet juices to her mouth.

Jane broke away for a moment, gazing up at the beautiful, sexy Eurasian, before enthusiastically pulling her down for more kisses.

Joe used the moment to roll on a condom and get between two sets of thighs. One set he gently brought higher so he could tongue his wife who paused the kiss to look down and guide Joe back into Jane’s ever receptive and appreciative pussy. Kissing recommenced. Celia muffling Jane’s moans and screeches. After the third of the latter, Joe pulled out, removed the condom and shoved into Celia, already well primed. He shafted her aggressively immediately. Her ecstasy broke the kiss. Joe fucked through it, cumming moments later.

And they rested. The ladies facing each other. Eddie behind Jane and Joe behind Celia.

A few minutes later, after kissing Celia briefly, Jane turned around and kissed Eddie. He accepted the kiss somewhat, but it became rather brief. Jane began kissing down his torso, her hand grabbing his penis. “May I?” she asked.

“Of course,” Eddie chuckled.

Her mouth kissed down to his penis and took it in. She slowly revived him until his thickness became a challenge which she gamely accepted. Popping off, she asked him, “How do you want me?”

“Doggy style?”

She positioned herself on her stomach. Joe brought Eddie a condom, a Magnum he found in the bedside drawer. Eddie gloved up and pushed in.

“Oh fuck. Go slow,” she exclaimed.

Eddie, used to the request, did as asked.

Once deep, he followed her orders to keep going slow. Her moans were more guttural. She didn’t climb fast to orgasm as she had done before. Celia slid over and kissed her lips. That seemed to help, as did Celia caresses of her full hanging tits. But it took her own fingers on her clit and Eddie’s suddenly hard and fast strokes to bring her over moments after Eddie, but at least Eddie kept fucking her through his orgasm.

When Eddie pulled out and laid back, Jane lightly kissed him. “Thanks Eddie.”

“You’re welcome, Jane,” he chuckled.

She moved to Celia and kissed her, much deeper than Eddie’s kiss. Ending it to kiss slowly down Celia’s body. Spending time exploring Celia’s firm, smaller tits before dotting Celia’s abdomen with her lips.

“You sure?” Celia asked her when she neared her obvious destination.

“Uhn-hunh,” Jane smiled and shifted between Celia’s long thighs.

“Do you want to turn around?”

“No. I’m good,” Jane replied. And began examining the destination. Visually. Digitally. Lingually.

“Okay?” Celia asked.

“Uhn-hunh,” Jane smiled, and returned to her task. Guided by Celia’s moans, she intensified her efforts. Fingers added to the pleasuring, and she managed to find Celia’s g spot. Celia definitely built to orgasm, writhing beneath Jane’s mouth. Her hands went to her own nipples, squeezing and twisting them, adding that little extra to bring her over. Jane eased back her attention, and tasted the flow of juices she coaxed out. She beamed a proud grin at Celia, and Celia laughed breathlessly, Joe and Eddie joining her.

“Come here,” Celia beckoned, and Jane crawled up Celia’s body for her kiss of appreciation.

“Thanks,” Jane whispered into Celia’s ear unexpectedly before returning for another lingering kiss.

“We should probably head out,” said Joe.

Eddie remained in bed while the other three shared a shower. Various permutations of soaping and caresses before ending the shower fairly quickly. They put on their day’s clothes before Jane and Celia took the elevator down one floor. Each had a bedroom there. And Joe continued the ride to the main floor.

The Russian was sitting, talking on the phone in Russian, in the common room. The blonde no longer around. Joe, ignoring him, looked inside the fridge and found makings for chicken salad sandwiches and made three. By the time he was done, the ladies were waiting. Each grabbed a soda and sandwich, and Joe grabbed a bag of chips, and they headed out.

Once in the rental car, Joe feeling like a chauffeur with the two ladies in the back, Celia finally asked Jane, “Why did you thank me?”

“Because you helped me cum with Eddie,” Jane blushed. “I think it was the position, me not facing him, but I wasn’t getting off.”

Celia nodded.

“I thought it would be the best, being Eddie and his thick cock. But it wasn’t,” Jane continued. “But that whole mistress thing was wild,” she changed subjects.

“It’s just something we both enjoy,” Celia shrugged.

“I could tell,” Jane giggled. “But you still needed Joe to really get off.”

“Yeah.”

“Me too, maybe.”

They both laughed.

“Give Lech a chance,” Joe suggested.

“I will. I’m actually looking forward to it.”

“I imagine he is too,” Joe chuckled.

“A lot more,” Celia added and all three laughed.

They settled back and ate their sandwiches.

Eventually Joe asked Jane, “How did Rachel and you get along.”

“Rache the Bache,” Jane muttered. “She kind of invaded my space as soon as we got home, and I guess when I froze up, she went into bitch mode. I tried being nice, but...”

Joe sighed. “Sorry to hear that.”

“Do you know anything about Eddie’s and Rachel’s relationship?” Celia asked.

“Not really, no. I’m not big on gossip.”

“You wouldn’t have found out anyway,” said Joe. “They managed to keep all that private.”

“I thought maybe Eddie might have let her know,” Celia explained.

“Yeah, no,” Joe responded. “Not something Eddie talks about I don’t think.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Celia nodded. “He’d have reasons to keep things private.”

“Something to do with what happened?” Jane asked.

“It’s like a routine with them,” Joe began. “Seducing groupies, but only ones willing to give Rachel head. Really its more about her than him.”

“Is Eddie gay?” Jane asked.

“I’d say mostly,” Joe said. “He definitely prefers men.”

“That makes sense,” Jane said. “The position he wanted.”

“Yeah. As far as I know, he and Rachel still have an active sex life. But other than that, not a lot of women float his boat.”

“Some do?”

“Yeah. Esther, my official wife for one.”

“She’s carrying Eddie’s child,” Celia told her.

“Really? And you don’t mind, Joe?”

“When she was ready to conceive, I’d been snipped,” Joe told her. “But no, I don’t mind.”

“We’re not a jealous lot,” Celia explained.

“And they love each other,” Joe added. “And Eddie’s always been my best friend. Maybe not always. But he’s definitely the longest.”

“I’d say you were the longest,” Jane punned, and they laughed. “But working on that song was so cool. But after was kind of a letdown. I mean as far as Eddie went.”

“I know what you meant,” Celia smiled and kissed her.

“I really like kissing you,” Jane said.

“Me too, Sweet Jane,” Celia grinned.

“But I like cock too much to be lesbian,” Jane announced.

“We noticed,” Joe chuckled.

Jane blushed.

“Do you think we can work like that again?” she asked.

“Of course,” Joe replied. “Eddie’s figured out you’re a great drummer. He wouldn’t go into new song mode if you weren’t. I’d have to ask Rhonda, but I bet he wouldn’t mind you drumming for him.”

“No shit?”

“No shit.”

“With you playing bass?”

“If he doesn’t replace me,” Joe chuckled.

“I doubt he would.”

“Thanks. But really, you have to ask Rhonda.”

“But she’s already recruited Eddie’s bassist.”

“True,” Joe chuckled.

“And your son?”

“I think he wants to be serious with school,” Joe said.

“And being with his girlfriend,” Celia added.

“That too,” Joe chuckled.

“Do you think Rhonda would prefer to tour solo,” Celia asked. “I mean without Eddie, since she wants to record without him?”

“I don’t know,” Joe replied. “Probably, since it’s all about stepping out of his shadow.”

“Damn,” said Jane. “I mean I like working with Rhonda. But Eddie? He’s like a hero of mine. And then there’s Jack and Jill.”

“First, I don’t think Eddie will be ready to tour for quite a while,” Joe said. “Second, you could probably work with him during the day. What about work?”

“I’m between jobs,” Jane said. “Got fired from a shitty filing job when I kept coming in late. But Rhonda’s paying me. Paid the whole band when we started.”

“Then she’ll probably pay you more,” Joe said. “Since neither Theresa nor I require payment. And if you work with Eddie, he’ll pay you as well.”

“Cool. That still leaves Jack and Jill.”

“Do you want to drum for them?”

“I kind of do. There’s a punk thing with them. Power drumming.”

“They remind me of X, and DJ Bonebrake is a great drummer.”

“Another hero,” Jane nodded. “When my ex told me about Jack and Jill, it wasn’t what I expected. Some folky thing. But they could thrash, even on acoustic guitars,” she laughed. “I think if they can find a good bassist, they could get a lot better.”

“I know the difference between a bassist who can play, and someone who can drive a band forward.”

“Nigella.”

“Yeah.”

“I actually think you’re a great bassist, but in a much simpler way. It’s like you put the notes where they should be or something. Maybe like Ringo Starr with his drumming?”

“Thanks.”

They arrived at Lech’s studio earlier than expected even with the traffic. Greg, Jane’s ex, stumbled towards the car, completely wasted.

“What are you doing here?” Jane asked, from the car, the convertible roof open.

“The J’s fired me and I’m looking for my girl.”

“I’m not your girl anymore. Didn’t you notice I moved my stuff?”

“You’re my girl. Who else would have you?”

Joe had gotten out and moved behind Greg. “I would for one, asshole. She doesn’t need your abuse.”

“You fucked her? You fucked Plain Jane?” Greg laughed. “Fucker,” he made a lame attempt at a swing at Joe’s head. Joe grabbed the fist and twisted, putting Greg on the ground.

“None of your fucking business, asshole.”

“Ow! Fuck!”

“You want your wrist not broken, you leave now! You bother her again, you get worse.”

“Okay. Let go.”

He managed to stand and swayed to an old, dusty Camaro, poorly parked.

“Shit,” Joe muttered and followed him. Looking in the car, he saw a nearly finished bottle of Jack Daniels on the passenger seat. “Give me your keys, asshole. You’re not driving in that condition.”