Jennifer's Triad

by Laura Anne Turner

  Jennifer’s Triad

  Laura Anne Turner

  © 2017 Laura Anne Turner

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the author.

  This book is a work of fiction. All characters, places and incidents are the products of the author´s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The author does not own any rights to the band names, songs, songs titles, or song lyrics quoted in this book. No copyright violation intended. It is all for the love of music.

  Cover Design by Laura Anne Turner

  Cover Photo: © www.shutterstock.com

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

  I don’t have the words to thank my dearest friend ‘Engelchen’. Without her this book wouldn’t be the same. I’d like to say thank you for helping me with my colloquial English, and for your creative ideas that helped to make this book livelier.

  I’d also like to say thank you to my favorite bands The Pretty Reckless, Halestorm, Pink Floyd, Blues Pills, Evanescence, and many others, whose music has kept me alive, and helped me during the many hours of working on this book.

  Last but not least I’d like to thank my wife Sonja for her love and patience while I was hiding in my room in front of my computer.

  CONTENTS

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

  CHAPTER 1 – GHOSTS OF THE PAST

  CHAPTER 2 – MORE GHOSTS OF THE PAST

  CHAPTER 3 – THE COLDHEARTS

  CHAPTER 4 – A BITTERSWEET BREAKUP

  CHAPTER 5 – AN AUDITION

  CHAPTER 6 – AN EPIC PERFORMANCE

  CHAPTER 7 – AFTER SHOW PARTY

  CHAPTER 8 – RAGING HORMONES

  CHAPTER 9 – THE ROCKERS BALL

  CHAPTER 10 – DIFFERENT KINDS OF CONVERSATIONS

  CHAPTER 11 – GAMES WE PLAY

  CHAPTER 12 – A BOTCHED RECONCILIATION

  CHAPTER 13 – BEGINNINGS, ENDINGS, DREAMS, AND A SURPRISE

  CHAPTER 14 – BIRTHDAY PARTY

  CHAPTER 15 – BEACH VOLLEYBALL

  ABOUT THIS BOOK AND ITS AUTHOR

  SAMPLE FROM JENNIFER’S CRUSH

  CHAPTER 1 – GHOSTS OF THE PAST

  Sitting casually on Emilia’s foldout sofa , my black-jeans-clad legs crossed, I’m waiting for my girlfriend to get ready. We need to leave for our weekly band rehearsal. Emilia’s disappeared in the bathroom some ten minutes ago, and since I’ve got nothing to do right now except for waiting for her, I let my eyes wander around her small apartment. It’s the same size like the little apartment next door. I was lucky enough to move in next door to Emilia after my mother kicked me out when I told her I’m a lesbian. I haven’t heard anything from her since that happened, which was a couple of months ago. It’s something I’m absolutely fine with.

  My gaze wanders over Emilia’s littered coffee table, and comes to an abrupt stop on an open newspaper. I don’t know why, but my eyes are drawn to a rather small article on the local news page. Leaning forward and taking the paper from the table, I begin to read. ‘Student in custody for suspected rape’, the headline says. ‘Suspected of raping a 16-year-old schoolgirl, university student Max S. (20) was arrested at home yesterday, a police spokesman said.’

  I am intrigued. Max S. – could it really be Max Stauder? Images of a horrible Carnival night earlier that year are flooding my mind. The band’s club gig, a dark passageway behind the stage, two guys in vampire and monster costumes, one of them vaguely familiar… I’m down on my knees, about to be forced to suck that one guy’s hard cock…and then Sherinia coming to my rescue, kicking their asses. Could Max Stauder be one of them? Did he do it again?

  “Jenny?’ Emilia says from behind my back. I nearly jump from the sofa. Lost in my memories I haven’t even heard her coming back from the bathroom. “You look as if you had seen a ghost.”

  “Maybe I have. Look here,” I say, pointing at the article in the paper.

  Emilia’s eyebrows shoot up. “And what does that have to do with you?”

  “I’m just wondering…Max S. What if it’s the Max Stauder I know. You remember what I told you about almost being raped during our Carnival gig? While you were in London? When Sherinia saved my ass?”

  Slowly it dawns on Emilia. “Oh you mean…you think that asshole could be the same guy they arrested for rape?”

  “I don’t know, Emilia, but Max Stauder could be that kind of guy. As could be expected, the police never found out who the two bastards were. I can hardly believe that I was in bed with that jerk when I was younger.”

  Emilia stares at me incredulously. “You were what? In bed with that asshole?”

  I don’t answer right away. For a long moment I’m staring at a point in the corner of the room, right behind Emilia’s desk, where a little spider is busy spinning its web. Shrugging my shoulders I look up into Emilia’s blue eyes. She’s so beautiful. “I guess I’ve never told you about that time in my life. When I used to be a slut.”

  A frown appears on Emilia’s pretty face. “You a slut, Jenny? I can’t believe that. You’re one of the most wonderful persons I know, Jen, you’re neither a bitch nor a slut or whatever,” Emilia says.

  The sincerity and earnestness on her face and in her voice give me a very warm feeling in my stomach. Emilia is one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen. She’s tall and slender, has bright blue eyes, and adorable freckles on her nose and cheeks. Right now she’s wearing her long red hair pulled back in a ponytail. She’s wearing black jeans and a blue sweatshirt that brings out the color of her eyes.

  “Well, I used to be a slut and a queen bitch, Emilia. It’s a long story, the stuff for a long evening with a bottle or two of red wine.”

  My beautiful girlfriend looks at me for a long moment. “We should have that evening soon, Jenny. I want to know everything about it. For now, I guess we should go, we’ll be late anyway.”

  “It wouldn’t be for the first time,” I answer with a smirk.

  +++

  “You absolutely must listen to this, Jenny,” Martin says, showing off his brand-new guitar effect pedal, “it’s going to blow your ears and your mind.”

  Martin is my best and oldest friend; a friend who didn’t give up on me even in times when I wasn’t the best of friends to him. Martin was the guy who took care of me when I was too drunk to get up from the gutter where I was lying. He was the one who saved me when other girls tried to kick my ass for stealing their boyfriends. Okay, the guys were always willing, but the girls always blamed me. Last, but not least, Martin was the one who taught me how to play guitar, and wanted to have me in his band. I’ll always be grateful to him for never giving up on me. Well, he didn’t talk to me for a while when he found out I was dating Sherinia behind his back, because he had a crush on her himself. But that’s all in the past.

  “Zakk Wylde has always been a cool guitar hero, so why shouldn’t you geek out over his guitar effect devices?” Emilia says with a smirk. She’s sitting on a beer case in the corner of the rehearsal room, watching him with a broad grin on her beautiful face.

  “Yeah, that’s true, but Jenny hasn’t listened to what I can do with it yet,” Martin defends himself. He starts strumming a couple of chords, before he uses the new effect pedal, playing a quick guitar solo. He looks at me expectantly.

  “Whoa, Martin, it’s amazing,” I say, as soon as he stops playing.

  My comment makes him smile, and I’m happy to be able to make him smile. Particularly, after what happened with Sherinia.

  It’s Friday evening, an
d we are in our rehearsal room for our weekly practice. Marlon, our keyboard player and host, looks at his watch. “Where the hell is Robin,” he asks, slightly annoyed. “We all know Emilia has issues with punctuality, but as far as Robin’s concerned...” He shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

  At that moment, the door swings open, and in comes Robin, his girlfriend Andrea following on his heels. I shoot a brief look at Emilia, but her face doesn’t betray any emotions. Robin used to be Emilia’s boyfriend, before he cheated on her, and they broke up. And now, Emilia has been my girlfriend since a couple of months.

  “Hi guys,” Robin says, “sorry for being late, but traffic was awful today with all that hustle and bustle before X-mas.”

  “It’s great you made it at all,” Marlon says still sounding annoyed, while Robin takes his seat behind his drum kit.

  “Sorry again, okay,” Robin answers, lifting his arms in excuse.

  Andrea waves her hand, smiling at me, as she sits down on the beer case Emilia has just quitted to take her place behind the mic.

  “Let’s get started guys,” I say, grabbing my bass guitar, “I want to rock.” My statement seems to lighten the mood.

  “Yeah, let’s begin with something easy as a warm up,” Martin suggests. “What about ‘Trick of the eye’?”

  We nod in agreement. It’s a song I have written years ago, but is still a kind of standard on our set list, even though not as an opener. Our set usually opens with a synthesizer and bass intro. For about half a minute it’s just my bass play and Marlon’s keyboards, before Robin starts with his drums, and Martin follows with his guitar. Finally, Emilia would enter the stage and start to sing.

  Even though today’s rehearsal is very important, because it’s our last one before the Christmas holidays, and also the last one before our upcoming gig on New Year’s Eve, the guys agree with Martin’s proposal, and we start with ‘Trick of the eye’.

  The rehearsal goes remarkably well. We play each song on our set list. Even though Sherinia left the band for good, it still seems the few months while she was our singer have helped to bring the band to a new level. And with Emilia’s return behind the microphone things are running smoothly.

  As soon as our rehearsal ends, Sophie, Marlon’s girlfriend, comes in. “Before you guys all leave, I wanted to remind you of our annual Christmas Eve party,” she says. “Who’s coming this year?” Sophie looks into our faces, expectantly.

  “We’re coming,” Robin and Andrea say in unison.

  “Me too,” Martin answers. “What about you guys?” He asks, looking at Emilia and me.

  I know the answer of course, even before Emilia opens her mouth, and my heart sinks.

  “I’m sorry, guys, I won’t be here, I’m going to see my parents in Hannover – as every year,” Emilia answers.

  Emilia knows I’m not much of a family person given my own family background. She also is aware I’m not particularly keen on meeting her parents, but still it stings she hasn’t even asked me to come along with her.

  “What about you, Blackie?” Martin asks, concern in his voice.

  “Of course I’m coming. I can’t leave that jerk here alone,” I say more cheerfully than I actually feel, slapping Martin’s arm playfully. I’m searching for Emilia’s gaze, but she’s busy seeking her backpack somewhere behind the speaker boxes.

  “So that’s settled then,” Sophie finally says. “See you all on Christmas Eve. And Merry Christmas, Emilia.”

  We say our goodbyes, and leave the house. I don’t talk as we make our way to the tram station. I’m fighting against that well-known wave of loneliness that has taken hold of me. Emilia doesn’t say a word either.

  Finally, we are standing in front of the doors leading to our respective apartments. Emilia is fishing for her keys in her backpack, while I’m standing frozen to the spot, watching her, holding my bass guitar in my hand. Our eyes lock. For a long moment we are just staring at one another, before the corners of Emilia’s mouth begin to twitch, and she’s no longer able to hold back her smile. As usual, I can’t resist either. The corners of my mouth shoot up as I beam back at her.

  “C’mon, Jenny, come with me,” she says, extending her hand.

  Nodding, I take her hand, as she leads me into her apartment. Stopping in the middle of the small room, she drops her backpack to the floor, and puts her hands on my hips, pulling me closer for a kiss. Still holding my bass guitar case in my left hand, I put my right hand to the nape of Emilia’s neck, my own lips gently touching her silky lips. For a long moment I forget everything around me, as my lips part, letting Emilia slide her tongue into my mouth. We kiss affectionately, and I savor the warm feelings I always get when kissing Emilia. Yet, I break the kiss eventually. While my hand is still in Emilia’s hair, our eyes lock, my green eyes staring into her blue eyes.

  “We need to talk,” I say softly.

  “Okay, whenever you’re ready.” Emilia lets go of me. “Want a beer or a glass of red wine? There’s still some wine left in the bottle we opened earlier this week.”

  “A beer please, I’m thirsty.”

  “Me too,” Emilia says taking the few steps to the fridge.

  I lean my bass guitar against the wall near the entrance, and cross the distance to Emilia. She hands me a beer bottle.

  “Cheers,” she says as we clink our bottles, both taking a big gulp.

  “That was good,” I say, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

  Emilia smiles. “You’re so cute, Jen.”

  She takes my hand and pulls me to the foldout sofa, where we sit down, putting our bottles on the coffee table, right on the crumbled newspaper I read earlier. Emilia still has my hand in hers.

  “Why didn’t you even ask me?” The question leaves my mouth with a sigh. I don’t know why, but I still feel betrayed.

  “I just thought you were not interested in meeting my parents, Jen, at least not now.”

  I nod in agreement. “But still, do they even know? I mean do they know that you have a girlfriend? Do they know you’re my girlfriend?”

  “No, I haven’t told them yet. Believe me, it’s much easier for us that way. It would only make our lives more complicated.”

  “I understand, considering how my own mother reacted,” I say wistfully.

  “You know how sorry I am about that,” Emilia remarks, putting an arm around my shoulder. I’m leaning into her, feeling the warmth of her body.

  “But you knew I’d be alone here over Christmas, and how hard it’s going to be for me.”

  Emilia sighs. “You’re not alone, Jenny. I’ll call you every day. We’ll talk. And I’ll only be gone a week. Besides, you have Martin. He will do anything for you, you know that.”

  “I know Martin would do anything for me, even though I’ve never loved him the way he loves me. He’s done so much for me already, Emi. I’ll never stop owing him. Besides, it’s not the same. You’re my girlfriend.”

  “Of course I am. And Martin’s your best friend, and he loves you. And I love you, too.”

  Emilia pulls me close, our lips meeting in a tender kiss. Against my will my body betrays me as Emilia deepens the kiss, our tongues dancing a slow dance. Her right hand moves to the nape of my neck, pulling me even closer, while her left hand slips under my sweater, cupping my breast. I gasp as I feel her hand through the fabric of my bra, causing my nipple to become achingly hard. She knows how my body reacts to her touch. My hands move to the hem of her sweater, pulling it up, and as Emilia realizes what I want her to do, she breaks our kiss for a moment to pull her sweater over her head, exposing the dark blue bra that holds her small breasts. I unhook her bra, and drop it on the coffee table. Emilia doesn’t hesitate either, pulls my sweater over my head, and unhooks my bra. Both, sweater and bra, land on the floor. Kissing me passionately, Emilia pushes me to the sofa, her hand on my breast, kneading it. I pull her on top of me, my hands cupping her firm jeans-clad buttocks. I groan as she pushes her thigh between my legs, pressing
hard against my moist pussy.

  Tilting my head back on the sofa cushion I close my eyes, as I feel Emilia’s lips on my right nipple, while she rolls my left nipple between her thumb and forefinger. It doesn’t take long until I feel her hand opening the button and zipper of my jeans, pulling my jeans down together with my wet panties. I moan loudly when Emilia slips two fingers into my aching flesh, her thumb caressing my sensitive clit. And for a small eternity I manage to forget the world around me, drowning in the moment, dissolving in the here and now, crying out Emilia’s name, when the pleasurable waves of my climax roll over me.

  +++

  Shivering I wake up in the morning, immediately aware of the empty space where Emilia’s warm body was. I’m naked, so I wrap the blanket around myself, and I slowly open my eyes, squinting into the grey early daylight streaming in through the window. I raise my head and prop myself up on one elbow, watching Emilia hurrying back and forth in the apartment.

  “What the hell are you doing, Emi?” I say with my throat feeling very dry.

  “Good morning to you, too, Jen,” Emilia says with a smile, as she drops a sweater into her dark-blue trolley, and closes the lid. “As you can see I’m packing my suitcase. I have to catch my train, you remember?”

  Of course I remember she’s leaving me alone over Christmas. I sink back into the pillow with a sigh. Emilia crosses the short distance, and sitting down on the edge of the bed she places a gentle kiss on my lips. “Good morning, Sweetheart,” she says softly. Putting my hand to the nape of her neck, I pull her close, kissing her back.

  “Good morning, Emi. I love you.”

  “I love you, too, Jenny.”