Playing with the Band

by Dee Dawning

  New Dawning International Bookfair

  Presents

  ~ Playing With the Band ~

  A Quinte-sensual Erotic Short Story of Lust and Attraction

  By

  Dee Dawning

  Copyright © 2011 Dee Dawning

  Smashwords Edition

  Dedication

  Playing with the Band is dedicated to those with a zest for life and to those who were lucky enough to be around in the Love and Peace years and remember them fondly

  Prologue

  "Carol?"

  "Yes?"

  "Where are you?"

  "Driving."

  "Where to?"

  "Monterey."

  "Why?"

  "I needed to get away."

  "Get away? You're missing the rehearsal?"

  "I'm sorry. I feel caged. I need to get away. I need to do something I want, while I can."

  "What are you going to do?"

  "I don't know yet. Whatever, I feel like."

  Part One

  Monterey Pop Festival, June 16th, 1967

  The big RV pulled into the Monterey County Fairgrounds at eleven o’clock, and the boys didn’t even get a chance to take a leak before the show’s producers had them cornered.

  Maidenhead was the name of the band and they'd driven straight through some twelve hundred miles from Wichita. Their part-time manager couldn't get off work so the band's co-founder and de facto leader, Zach, was in charge. The concert schedule had them following the opening act, but evidently the other band had been a no-show.

  Not surprising, the producer was in a panic. "You're Zach, right?"

  "Yes sir."

  "The Purple Gang is running late, so I need you to play the first set. Can you do that?"

  "You're the boss, Boss. It'll take us fifteen to twenty minutes to set up, though."

  "That's all right. Just pull your Winnebago beside the stage and unload. The audience will calm down if they see somebody working to set up."

  Maidenhead had been scheduled to play for an hour and fifteen minutes, but ended up playing for three plus hours because The Purple Gang bombed and the third band, Rednecks, was late.

  By the time they took their bows and walked off stage, they were dog-tired, but they'd just turned in their biggest gig yet. The concert was a gas and they'd rocked! All of the guys were stoked!

  The boys beat it back to the crib, cleaned up, relieved themselves and grabbed a snack. Al had driven the last two hundred miles and took an hour nap while the rest of them headed over to the show to hang out and get in the groove. It was the Summer of Love and being from the Midwest, this was their first experience among the hipsters. Hot girls teased their eyes with light, revealing, summer clothing, and love beads. Long hair and dresses were common, as were bell bottoms and clunky shoes. So was the unmistakable smell of pot.

  Man, the hours zipped by. Simon & Garfunkel's amazing harmonies sent chills up Zach's spine. Eric Burton and the Animals lived up to their reputation as wild men and they couldn't get over how the chicks threw themselves at Johnny Rivers.

  Rossi nudged him. "That's how we'll be after playing here.

  Zach laughed. "Fucking ay."

  The music died at midnight. They were invited to a couple parties, but after the grind of driving and playing, they were sleepwalking, so they headed to the motor home.

  Al went straight into the tiny restroom while his brother, Hogan, made a sandwich. The youngest member, Petey, who'd barely turned eighteen, sprawled out on the couch until Rossi scooted him over.

  Zach stretched his arms and yawned. "Man, I'm gonna sleep 'til noon."

  "Me too," Petey agreed.

  Rossi leaned forward. "How do you think we did?"

  Hogan walked in, chewing a bite of his sandwich. "Man," he said with his mouth full, "couldn't ya tell? We fucking knocked 'em dead."

  Petey nodded. "Maybe, but I'm glad it's over. At the end I played on fumes."

  Zach laughed. "Yeah, we all did. Three more songs and we would have been forced to start over."

  A rap sounded on the aluminum door. Zach, the nearest, opened it. Standing on the top step was the foxiest fox he'd ever seen. She had long blonde hair, and the blouse she wore was soaked. He started to scan her slender form, but couldn't get past her bosom. The wet fabric clung to her breasts making them look bare. They weren't too big and they weren't too small—they were perfect. Her firm nipples jutted out from pinkish areolas and stretched the sheer white fabric of her blouse. Zach's dick apparently liked what he saw, because it jumped, ready for action.

  Casting a friendly smile, she waved. "Hi, I'm Carol. I don't suppose you have a bathroom I could use, do you?"

  God, she was gorgeous. Her square face, blue-green eyes and cute nose surrounded by that three-foot-long mane of silky hair were pure eye-candy. He stepped aside and invited her in. "Of course. Come in, please."

  Her eyes sparkled, dancing with amusement as she took a single step inside and set her carryall handbag off to the side.

  Rossi, Petey and Hogan's eyes widened, when they saw who'd come in.

  Tilting her head, Carol raised her index finger to her luscious, full lips. "You guys were the opening band, weren't you?"

  Reacting like zombies, they nodded.

  Finally, Zach managed to mutter, "Yes, Maidenhead."

  She eased up to him and spread her long, elegant fingers across his chest. "Like the name. How'd ya come up with that?"

  She was young, but older than them. She also oozed confidence and with her looks, why shouldn't she. He shrugged. "I don't know. It seemed different and we like girls."

  She giggled. "And I like guys. You're the singer."

  "And lead guitar. I'm Zach."

  Her hand slid up to his face and her fingers brushed his cheek. "Right, I love your voice. And your eyes. What color are they?"

  "Brownish green. Some say hazel."

  "Well, they're different. Bedroom eyes."

  Of course, Zach had seen women as beautiful as Carol. In magazines, on TV and in the movies, but he'd never been near one. Never met one. Until Carol, it seemed like they were just out there, in some other world, maybe not even real. "Thanks, I think."

  Carol made him so nervous he couldn't think, so he introduced the guys. " The guys on the couch are Rossi and Petey. Rossi, the guy with the long black hair is our rhythm guitar player and the Paul McCartney look alike is Petey, our keyboardist and newest member." He hitched his head toward Hogan. "And the Viking-looking character scarfing a sandwich and drinking a beer is Hogan, our drummer."

  Zach realized he was no longer tired. It was amazing what a beautiful sexy woman could do. He draped an arm over her bare shoulder. "Guys this gorgeous creature is Carol."

  They all nodded or waved. "Hi Carol."

  Sashaying to his band-mates, she bent over and shook each of their hands. "Pleased to meet you. My, you're all so good looking."

  Rossi said, "You're all wet. What happened to you?"

  She straightened and sighed. "Oh, some jerk-off grabbed my arm and when I kicked him, he threw beer all over me. Now, about that bathroom."

  "Oh yeah." Zach angled over to her. "Hogan's brother, Al, is in there. C'mon. I'll roust him out of there."

  Carol grabbed her handbag and followed him into the bedroom. He knocked on the door. "Al, are you almost done?"

  "Why?"

  "Because it's the only bathroom and others want to use it."

  Al yanked the door open then quickly slammed it shut when he saw Carol.

  Zach had glimpsed enough to see he was naked and more. Apparently Carol, who grinned and raised her hand to her mouth, had too.

  "Who's the chick?" Al asked through the door.

  "Her na
me's Carol. She needs to use the restroom."

  * * * *

  Oh My God. He was buck-assed naked and sported a huge hard-on to boot. He must have been stroking it. That's all I need. First the music and all the shenanigans that were going on put her on edge. After that she came in here and ran into four—make it five—hot young musicians who made a point of ogling her breasts as if she were topless. Then big Al shows her his stuff and it was pretty fucking good. Damn, I'm horny."

  The door creaked open. Al, dressed in faded jeans and a tie-dye tee-shirt stepped out. Choosing to look the other way, he mumbled, "Sorry."

  Zach shook his head. "Carol, this is Hogan's brother, Al."

  Al was tall and light haired, like his brother. "Hi, Al. I see the resemblance. You play bass, don't you?"

  He glanced her way and blushed. "Ah-huh. The bathroom's all yours."

  After locking the door, she checked in the mirror. Jesus, no wonder they couldn't take their eyes off my breasts. Her blouse was like a see through shower curtain, showing every detail, even coloring. She unbuttoned the blouse and yanked it off. What now? She shrugged.

  * * * *

  As Carol closed the door, Al let Zach have it. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me there was a chick with you?"

  "Why the fuck didn't you put your clothes on before you opened the door? What were you doing—choking the chicken?"

  "Fuck-off!"

  The other band members apparently heard their exchange because they wouldn't glance his way or Al's, but they had grins on their faces.

  The only place to sit was the banquette. Al sat across from Zach, his back to the others. He glanced over his shoulder at them, then turned back and leaned forward. "Who is that girl? She looks like a fucking model or movie star," he whispered."

  Zach shrugged. "Some asshole threw a beer on her and she wanted to use our restroom."

  "Yeah, she was all wet. Great rack. Is she by herself?"

  Hogan tossed a spitball at them and hit Al in the head. "No secrets, guys."

  "Al was just asking if she's alone."

  Petey asked, "Why Al? You wanna fuck her?"

  Al turned sideways. "You wouldn't?"

  Rossi laughed. "A guy would have to be brain dead or a fag not to wanna tap that prime USDA meat."

  Hogan stood and started pacing. "Fuck, I get hard just thinking about her. Do you think she would? Make it with any of us, I mean? If she would I would do anything—anything she wants."

  Zach nodded. "Yeah, I would, too. Hell, who wouldn't. I don't know? She did say we were great looking guys."

  Petey asked, "You really think so. You really think one of us has a chance to score?" He intertwined his fingers and bent them back, the way he did when he got ready to play the keyboard. "I'd start by running my fingers over her fabulous tits."

  Rossi elbowed him. "I keep telling you, Petey. Girls like to fuck as much as guys. I wonder what she's doing in there."

  Zach leaned back into the corner so he could see everyone better. "Well, it's a given she took that wet blouse off. After that I don't know.

  Hogan rubbed his hands together. "I'll bet she's putting in her diaphragm so she can fuck all of us."

  His brother smirked. "In your dreams, dickwad."

  "Calm down, guys." Zach raised his hands.

  Petey wrapped his hands behind his head. "Maybe we should draw straws in case she does want to fuck one of us."

  Rossi frowned. "C'mon Petey. If she wants to fuck one of us, don't you think she'd pick who it'd be?"

  "You're right," replied Hogan, "I'd sure like to stick my tongue up her cunt. I'll bet her pussy juice tastes like ambrosia."

  Petey frowned. "What's that?"

  Zach answered, "It's the nectar of the gods. It's from Greek Mythology. You'll probably learn about it when you start college."

  Hogan nodded. "That's right. It's supposed to be the most heavenly tasting thing you can drink. I'll bet Zeus and Eros and the rest of his band-mates up on Mount Olympus got ambrosia from hot little sex-kittens like Carol."

  Zach laughed. "And I'll bet it made them drunk with lust like us."

  * * * *

  That's it. Warm, tingling sensations coursed through her. Carol pushed her fingers deeper and squirmed. Just listening to those horny guys had her climbing the walls. She felt like fucking, too—did she ever. But if she did, who would she pick? Zach, Hogan, Al, Rossi, Petey? They were cute, and if they weren't cute, they were sexy. She'd heard enough. She pulled her hand from her slippery, wet pussy, sucked her fingers clean, sighed and stepped out. "Hi, I'm back. I hope you don't mind my appearance."

  Every single one of their mouths fell open.

  Petey cried out, "Jesus, get a load of those choice tits."

  Her nipples were at attention and taut. She bit her tongue. "Sorry, I didn't have another blouse to put on."

  Watching them watch her as they licked their lips and adjusted their hardware, thrilled and aroused her to new levels. She winked. "Besides…it's not like you all didn't already take a gander at my breasts through the wet top."

  Their fiery gazes seemed to have substance. She made a slow turn so they all could see her. Their stares caressed her breasts, soothed her abdomen, and pried for her hidden treasures. She wanted…What do I want? "You didn't answer me. Do you mind?"

  Apparently, finding it hard to speak, they all nodded. Carol bit her lip to keep from laughing. They may have lost their voices, but their eyes said it all.

  She glanced at Zach. "

  * * * *

  Wasn't she something, coming out and looking so good wearing nothing, but her sheer white skirt and a chain around her neck? Like a Vegas showgirl, only without the heavy make-up and better looking, she pranced around the five of them.

  Shaking his head as if waking from a dream, Zach forced himself to answer, her initial question. "Mind? If it doesn't bother you, sweetheart, it certainly doesn't bother me. I know I'm lovin' the scenery. I really doubt any of us mind."

  Petey fidgeted in his seat. "I think you look beautiful."

  The other band members nodded and Rossi said, "I'll say."

  Carol's suckable breasts heaved as she inhaled deeply. She sighed. "Oh, thank you. You guys have been so kind I hate to ask for another favor, but I don't suppose you could take me to my motel, so I could get out of this wet skirt. I have a room about two miles from here at the Econo Lodge. I got a ride from a group of people heading here, but got separated."

  "Fuck sweetheart, if it's wet, take the fucking skirt off, now."

  They all gasped at Hogan's crude language, but Zach secretly wished she'd do it.

  When everyone glanced at Hogan, he blushed.

  Carol's laugh was light and carefree. Flashing a mischievous smile, she sidled up to Hogan. "Don't worry big guy. Fuck is one of my favorite words. I say it all the time. So…it wouldn't bother you if I took my skirt off?"

  Zach couldn't believe Hogan's nerve when he bent down and wrapped his lips around her nipple. Carol's eyes closed and Zach wished it was his lips.

  Obviously wobbly, she grabbed Hogan's broad shoulders for support.

  Hogan pulled away with a pop, his lips swollen and eyes glazed, then blurted, "Fuck no, lady!"

  Probably recovering from the thrill of having a young stud sucking on her nipple, she lifted her index finger to her lips. "Hmm. Does that mean fuck no, don't take it off or fuck no, take it off?"

  Hogan grinned. "Fuck no, I'd like to see you strip bare assed naked."

  Carol had Zach hard as a steel beam. Got she's hot! I can't imagine how hot she'd be without a stitch on. He snickered. I wouldn't mind finding out though. He glanced around. He wasn't the only one. He could see the outline of Hogan's cock though his pants and smiled as Petey and Rossi, adjusted themselves.

  Carol flattened her hand against Hogan's chest. "Tell me, did you want me to take my wet skirt off so I don't catch cold or do you have somethin' else in mind."

  Hogan glanced Zach's way, scratched his head and t
ook a deep breath. "Sweetheart, you are so fucking righteous, I'd like to lay you on your back, spread your bitchin' legs and suck up every last drop of the nectar that runs from your fab pussy."

  Wouldn't that be something? I'd pay to see that.

  Glancing Zach's way, Carol squeezed her legs together and blushed, but she couldn't hold back the smile as she batted her eyelashes. "Ooh…that does sound like fun. Maybe later, after you drive me to my motel room."

  Part Two

  All of a sudden, going for a ride seemed like a good idea. Petey had the motor home on the road in minutes. Topless, Princess Carol sat in the passenger seat giving directions.

  After a ten-minute drive Carol directed Petey to the back of the motel. She rose and grabbed her handbag. "You guys coming?"

  She led and they followed. Except for some outside lights it was as dark as it was late. The room had two queen-sized beds with a single nightstand and lamp between. Carol plopped on the bed, puffed up a couple pillows then leaned against the headboard and crossed her legs.

  Petey and Zach sat on the other bed and Al and Rossi sat at the table. Hogan swung the desk chair around and straddled it, his arms across the back.

  Zach figured they were all thinking the same thing. Was this chick going to get naked or what—and would one of them get to fuck her? She seemed relaxed, but still hadn’t come out of that skirt. Carol had to know what they were waiting for, yet she was taking it nice and slow.

  Something needed to happen one way or another and soon. His cock was killing him. Hogan was looking at her like he was going to jump on her and fuck her brains out any second now. All of them seemed to want her bad.

  Zach just hoped he was the one she picked

  * * * *

  All five stared with an intensity reserved for seduction. She was topless in a motel room with five sexy studs, getting warmer and wetter by the minute. Isn't this what I wanted? I asked them here.

  Hogan hitched his chin toward her loins. "Your skirt," he said with a wicked grin. "We don't want you to catch cold."