Playing with the Band

by Cheri Crystal

  “Who?”

  “The friend I was with when I came back here.”

  “Oh, her, she’s getting a drum lesson from Jared. He’s such a showoff but a harmless enough goof too.” Raven held the door and led me to a long corridor that snaked around. I lost all sense of direction until I was dizzy, tripping over my own feet.

  “Whoa, there, Mara. Watch the next step, it’s a lulu.”

  I laughed, allowing her to support me as we made our way outside into the crisp air. Behind the tour bus sat a beat up Volkswagen seriously bruised and banana yellow. “Funky car.” Raven held the door while I got in.

  “I’ll text Jackie and tell her I’m leaving and will see her back at the dorm. We’re in Benedict Hall.”

  “Good idea.”

  “Where do you live?”

  “The suites on the hill.”

  “Next year Jackie and I are going to try for a quad if we find another couple we like. We’re the last sophomores on a mostly freshman hall and it’s getting old quick.”

  “There are six of us in our suite and two are graduating. Who knows, maybe you and Jackie will join us next year.” Raven’s grin lit up her face like a marquee, sending out hopeful and interested vibes if ever I saw them.

  Here I’d thought meeting Vince was a dream come true, but actually, it was just a vehicle to meet Raven. Then suddenly Vince showed up behind the car before Raven had a chance to pull out. She knocked on Raven’s window and we both jumped. Raven rolled down the window.

  “Where are you going?” Vince asked.

  “We’re going for a bite at the student union.”

  “No need, ladies, I have just what you’re looking for right here in my travelling home. Why don’t you both come inside and see if there’s anything I have that whets your appetite.”

  Raven and I threw each other looks, but it was me who said, “Okay,” first. I was pretty surprised about this too and it had nothing to do with the yuck factor of campus food. We got out of the car to join Vince, who gregariously wrapped her arms over our shoulders as if we were three musketeers off to celebrate our good fortune at the local salon. The night couldn’t get more interesting.

  To my shock, Jackie was already inside when Vince opened the door and motioned for us to come on in and make ourselves at home.

  “What are you doing in here?” I mouthed to Jackie.

  “Same as you.”

  “I thought you were jamming with the drummer.”

  “Vince had other ideas. She’s quite convincing.”

  “I’ll say,” I whispered back.

  Raven reintroduced herself to Jackie and they discovered they had a couple of classes in common although Raven was a year ahead of us.

  “Okay, ladies,” boasted Vince, who succeeded in holding our rapt attention. She held bottles of beer in her hands and hugged a bottle of whiskey to her chest. “Name your poison.”

  “Beer” resounded unanimously. Vince plunked the fine imported stuff on the table unconcerned when they wobbled as she took a long slug of booze and winced. Her bottle appeared to be half empty already. I’d say my idol was already tipsy, but I was sure happy to follow in that direction. I took a swig of delicious creamy ale the exact opposite of the cheap shit we smuggled into the dorms. It went down real nice. “Forbidden fruit sure is sweet, isn’t it?”

  Jackie and Raven agreed.

  Vince had all sorts of munchies from chips to sandwich wraps, as if she was expecting a party and had it catered for the occasion. She placed the feast on the table for us to help ourselves. We drank up becoming relaxed and more familiar. I could swear I saw Raven’s hand move up Jackie’s thigh, but I was feeling no pain and was quite giddy with my company.

  “This is really great, Vince,” I said, wiping my mouth with a napkin and crumbling it up.

  Vince excused herself from the table that could easily fit six, and retired to the long built-in couch. “Come here, Mara, make yourself comfortable.”

  I was full and totally sated. I walked the few paces towards the couch and leaned into Vince’s waiting arms for a hug of gratitude for such a fine spread, but ended up in a mind-blowing kiss. Soon we were making out to beat the band.

  Oblivious to Jackie and Raven, I allowed Vince access to all of me as she snaked her way beneath my shirt. In minutes, she chucked my shirt and bra to suck on my nipples until I was writhing for more. I responded by digging my crotch into her thigh to relieve some of the pressure building inside my pants praying she could satisfy my insatiable desire.

  I heard my moans and sighs as if they were from some far away land. I feverishly kissed Vince, wanting to touch her so badly, but waiting to be invited lest she turn me away. At this point I couldn’t bear it if she did. I had to have her and would take it on her terms gladly.

  With her hands tangled in my hair, pulling strands until they were as taut as my need, she kissed me with a vengeance and I returned her ardor until she paused long enough to make me cry out from withdrawal.

  “Raven, Jackie, don’t just gawk, get over here,” Vince ordered, and they complied without a peep. We were like puppets and Vince was the puppeteer.

  “Come closer.” They did and she placed my butt beside her on the couch. I didn’t dare groan in protest as I so badly wanted to because we all awaited her next instruction.

  “Strip, all of you.” She licked her lips. “I want to see you naked before I take each of you, one at a time.”

  My pussy clenched as I tore off the rest of my clothes because one glimpse of Raven’s magnificent ass sent me into lusty overload. Then when she turned around, her pert breasts did me in. I reflexively reached out and touched them to see if such magnificence was indeed real. They were. Raven cupped my hands as I caressed her breasts to fine points of pure pleasure.

  Vince stood and took Jackie’s hand. She brought a very naked and I noticed a very wet Jackie into the mix of what she called, “My three lovely naked ladies,” until we circled her.

  “You next,” Raven said, the boldest of us to suggest Vince get naked too.

  “In time. Be patient.” Vince tasted our lips in turn and gestured for us to pair off, which we did for a while before we switched partners.

  At first, I couldn’t stop kissing Vince, but when I got a hold of Raven, well, I couldn’t let her go either. I never expected to be horny like this with Jackie, but our fearless foursome knew no bounds. We kissed, touched, caressed, fondled and all without fucking, waiting and waiting until Vince gave the word.

  “Vince,” Raven begged, “please, please can we please fuck now?”

  “Yeah, please,” I pleaded.

  “We’re dying here,” Jackie added.

  “Okay, since you’ve been such good patient girls,” Vince said. “I’ll let you come but on one condition.”

  “What condition?” we said, exasperation and lust dripping from every pore.

  “I say how and when.”

  “Anything,” we all pleaded.

  Vince then removed her leather vest and her breasts popped out at us. When she took off the leather pants wearing nothing on underneath revealing her glistening shaved pussy, all swollen, I nearly came in an instant. Raven and Jackie looked like they were about to pass right out. We held each other up.

  Vince sauntered over; she was a sight to behold, like a bronzed statue of utter perfection as her flawless complexion showed off a well-toned figure for a woman who had graduated twenty years ago and was at least as many years older than us. I couldn’t even hope to look as good at her age.

  We echoed, “Oh wow!” Vince lapped up the attention our open mouths and glued gazes bestowed.

  “You ladies are great for my ego, now come over here. Mara first.”

  I glanced apologetically at my friends, but delighted when Vince gave them permission to make out. Watching Jackie do Raven may have gotten me a tad jealous, but Vince soon distracted me with wet kisses and finally she positioned my butt on the pull-down bed she opened right before she opened m
y legs for her first peak at how sincerely turned on I was for her.

  “Well, well, well,” was all she said, before spreading my lips open further, feeling her way around my pussy like the pro I had heard she was. ‘A lady killer’ the tabloids claimed, and I was dying from want. The more she stroked me, the wetter I became, but when she took my clit between her teeth, I started coming. She knew and worked her tongue towards my hole despite my vocal protests. I throbbed with desire. Raven and Jackie had stopped to watch, making me hornier and needier than ever.

  “Hold it, girl,” Vince said, between leisurely sucks and taunting licks. Teasing me with her tongue took on new meaning when she then thrust her fingers inside me while stroking my clit with her thumb.

  “I…can’t wait,” I cried. “Please…”

  “One more minute, my pretty one.”

  “Ohhhh, shit, please help me,” I begged, as she continued to torment me with a slower pace just as I was right there. Or moving her thumb just before I reached my climax until it was building and abating over and over and over again. My hips rocked frantically to get her to allow my release. She laughed at me, but kept up with her teasing and pleasing until finally, about a light year later, she said, “Come, baby. Come for me now.”

  I let go of an orgasm that could rock the trailer right out of the parking lot. My entire body shook long and hard as one wave of pleasure exploded after another until I came harder, then harder still, and then kept coming for all I was worth.

  At last, I shuddered and Vince gloated. “You’re terrific, Mara, I knew it from just looking at you that you’d rock me good.”

  “I’m dead,” I rasped, totally sated, immobile, but grinning like a lunatic because my facial muscles were the only ones that seemed to work just then. “You’ve killed me.”

  “I’m glad. And I hope to do it again, but first, my other two ladies need me. Do you mind?” Was she really asking my permission? Should I grant it? Hell, yeah!

  “Please,” I said, then able to lift up on my elbows to watch as she took Jackie for a ride. My poor friend came the minute Vince touched her so she was cast aside without a compliment. Jackie didn’t appear to be upset about being shunned, as her post-come glow was evident.

  When it was Raven’s turn, I scooted over so I could get the best view of her gorgeous pussy. Vince must have seen me drooling and wetting myself.

  “Mara, I know you want the honors,” she said, gesturing with a sweep of one of the most talented hands I have ever had the pleasure of knowing intimately.

  I didn’t waste time; I kissed Raven practically from head to toe before I took her pussy in my mouth and tried to impress her with my talents. If her moans of pleasure were any indication, I’d say she was happy with my work. Having an audience was a first for me and hot, hot, HOT it was too. So much so that I felt myself heat up anew and I had already had the unsurpassable orgasm of a lifetime. Or so I thought.

  Raven had her own ideas and flipped me onto my back turning me until we were 69 on the sheets. I had as good a view of her pussy as she had of mine. Vince grabbed Jackie and whooped and hollered, spurring us on. She and Jackie had their own little number brewing.

  The trailer bed heated up, the sheets became a tangled mess, arms, legs, hands, fingers and even feet were flying all over the place and surely as high as my spirits. I couldn’t have come up with a better quartet if I tried and couldn’t believe it was really happening to me. Four resounding cries of pleasure and passion rang out in a cacophony of notes and lyrics as I came again, followed by Jackie and Raven. We all rejoiced when Vince herself finally succumbed to orgasmic bliss and we were all done in and never happier.

  To this day, I boast about meeting Vince Calandra after the campus concert when I was just a lonely sophomore. Jackie and I ended up moving off campus with Raven, her real name was Ruth, and her frisky friends, for lots of fun times and adventures. But none equaled quite the same intensity as the night we spent playing with the band.

  The End

  About the Author

  Cheri Crystal was born and raised in New York with hopes of joining her wife in the UK ASAP. She started writing lesbian fiction in 2003 after reviewing LGBT fiction for Lambda Book Report, Just About Write, Independent Gay Writer and other e-zines. She is the author of Attractions of the Heart, a 2010 Golden Crown Literary Winner for erotic lesbian love stories. Visit www.chericrystal.com for what’s new.

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