Date: Sat, 2 Apr 2005 14:09:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Ken James <ken@kenjamesfiction.com>
Subject: Rocker Girl Ch. 01

The song clattered to a ragged conclusion. In the sudden silence, I
realized all the other band members were glaring. Janis looked like she was
going to throw a drumstick at me after I'd stepped on her ending. I
couldn't blame them. If I'd worked for James Brown, he'd have fined me
three weeks pay for all the mistakes I'd made during the last set.

I looked out into the hall. There was my problem, a few feet away from the
stage. A young man, tall with curly black hair and flashing blue eyes, was
sitting with his elbows resting on the back of a chair and his legs spread
wide. His name was Kevin. Remembering what he'd done to me during the last
break, all I could think about was his tight blue jeans, his open legs and
what he had between them. "Dammit, Tracy!" I thought to myself. "Focus!"

The applause died down. Even with me fucking up endlessly, we were still
pretty damn tight! "Thank you! Thank you so much," Nancy said. "It's so
great playing Yellowstone!" She stood up from the digital keyboard we used
for a piano, picked up the hand microphone and moved to stage left. "It's
past closing time, but we're going to do one more. This is one Tracy and I
wrote."

I put my guitar in its stand and sat down at the keyboard, desperately
trying to concentrate. This was where I got to show off all my years of
classical lessons and I didn't want to blow it. Blow it? Stop!

"Tracy Neumeyer on piano," Nancy said softly as I began to play. My fingers
caressed the cool smooth keys the way they'd stroked the silky warm flesh
of Kevin's penis an hour before. I glanced at the phallic microphone on its
boom, suspended inches from my lips. Oh no!

Somehow, my seething lust made me focus on the music. I attacked the
opening passages with gentle ferocity, bringing out the melody line with
quiet intensity. It was so erotic! The digital piano was nice, but nothing
like the grand in Mom and Dad's living room. I'd never been able to make it
sing like this before!

I'd stolen the introduction from a Rachmaninov piano concerto. After 32
bars, Jame came in, supporting my piano with string lines from her
synthesizer. Gurl joined in with her fretless bass as I began simplifying
and emphasizing the beat, moving gracefully from classical to rock.

Janis stroked the beat with delicate brushes on the cymbals and snare as
Nancy began singing softly and sadly.


"It's the end of another show
"We're packing up, it's time to go
"The crowd is gone, but you're still standing here"

"No time to talk, we've got to load
"A long long way on down the road
"Still a chance to snatch some time tonight"

Jame stepped back from the synthesizer and began playing graceful rhythm
guitar chords. Janis switched from brushes to sticks and played a quick
fill as we swung into the chorus.

"You look so good, you are so fine
"I can't wait to make you mine
"Be my groupie boy, I'll be your rocker girl
"Be my groupie boy, I'll be your rocker girl"

I could feel the dampness of my panties as I touched my lips to the
microphone, doubling Nancy's vocal. I knew what Kevin and I were going to
be doing after the show. We'd already started. It was hard to believe I'd
only met him during the last break.

We dropped back to piano, bass, synth strings and soft drums, increasing
the intensity but still holding back.

"Long weeks I've been on the road
"My guitar is hot, but my bed is cold
"I really need to have some one tonight"

Kevin was so unbelievably cute and charming. He was older than me, at least
25 to my 20. The band was taking a long break and I'd gone outside to
escape the crowd's heat and noise. It was midsummer, but the air was cool
and crisp. We'd spoken casually for a few minutes, then he'd taken my hand
and led me out into the darkness.

"Don't call this a one night stand
"It's not something that we planned
"But we've got to grab life as it comes"

The band slammed into the second chorus, louder and harder this time, all
of us singing except Gurl, who was dancing wildly while still playing a
perfect bass part.

"You look so good, you are so fine
"I can't wait to make you mine
"Be my groupie boy, I'll be your rocker girl
"Be my groupie boy, I'll be your rocker girl"

Kevin and I had walked to a clearing about a hundred yards from the
hall. It was a moonless night, dark as black velvet. I'd moved gracefully
into his arms and lifted my face to press my lips against his.

When our band, Fishnet Barbie, had been booked on a long summer tour, it
had seemed like a fantastic opportunity for a group of college music
students. Four weeks later, our camaraderie was still wonderful, but I was
horny as hell. Janis and Gurl had a white-hot thing going with each
other. Nancy could pick up a boy simply by walking through a room. Jame,
Nancy's younger sister, was super devoted to her boyfriend, exchanging
passionate emails and phone calls with him every day. I was pining away
without my lovers Bob and Liz. In their mid-thirties, Bob had spoiled me
for boys my age and Liz had turned me on to the joys of woman-woman sex.

With our limited privacy, it was even difficult for me to masturbate. My
best opportunities were in the shower, but I always felt hurried. Someone
would want to use the bathroom and I'd be interrupted as I approached
orgasm. Once, I'd gotten up before dawn and locked myself into the van with
my vibrator. I'd screamed as I brought myself off over and over.

Finally satisfied, I looked out the windshield at the rapidly-lightening
sky. I cried out in surprise when I saw the man who cleaned the pool
standing in front of the van with his stiff cock sticking out of his
pants. He continued stroking himself as he stared into my eyes, spurting
after a few seconds. He stood there exposed for a long time before zipping
up and walking leisurely away. The experience had scared me so badly that I
hadn't tried masturbating in the van again.

Jame followed the chorus with a burning synthesizer lead, simultaneously
evoking an electric guitar and a saxophone, while I hammered the rhythm on
the piano. When she'd finished her solo, we all continued singing into the
next verse.

"We'll lock the door, leave on the lights
"We'll make love all through the night
"Passion building up to ecstasy
"Passion building up to ecstasy"

As our mouths had opened in a blazing-hot tongue kiss, I'd wrapped my arms
around Kevin's back, flattening my breasts with their already-hardening
nipples against his chest. His hands had slid down to my buttocks, pulling
our lower bodies together. I felt his hardness straining against the fabric
of his jeans.

He'd lifted me effortlessly and placed me on the picnic table in the middle
of the clearing. I'd settled on my back, lifted my skirt and opened my
legs, aching for his cock.

I played a swift piano run up to the bridge. Jame brought in a soft organ
sound as Nancy sang the bridge alone. Janis and Gurl held the rhythm while
I stood up and strapped on my guitar.

"I don't want to think about tomorrow
"Come on Baby, let's go light a fire
"With the dawn, I know there will be sorrow
"Let's just live the night and our desire"

Kevin had put his hands on my breasts, squeezing them and pinching my
nipples with the slight roughness he instinctively knew I liked. "Oh God!"
I'd whispered. I was already so wet. "Fuck me!"

"I'm going to fuck you silly," he'd answered calmly. "But it's not going to
be a quickie on a picnic table. You're coming home with me and we're going
to do it right." He'd positioned his head between my thighs. "Right now,
I'm just going to give you a little taste."

Jame started an aggressive rhythm guitar part as we all sang the next verse
together.

"Make your body melt with mine
"Make our heart-strings play in time
"For this moment, we're not two, just one
"For this moment, we're not two, just one"

"You're so hot," Kevin had whispered, briefly lifting his face after
kissing my crotch through the soaked fabric of my panties.

I played a brief guitar solo, just eight bars, to jack up the intensity.

Kevin had pulled my panties aside and kissed up and down my vulva, gently
nibbling my outer lips. I'd unbuttoned my blouse, pulled it open and
started kneading my breasts and pinching my erect nipples. He'd continued
teasing me for what seemed like an eternity. I'd screamed with excitement
when he'd finally opened me and pressed the tip of his stiff tongue into my
vagina. "Not so loud," he'd whispered. "There are a lot of people around."

It had been really hard to keep quiet while he'd continued making love to
me. He'd run his tongue in slow circles around my inner lips, occasionally
pausing to stroke my clit hood, tickle my urethral entrance or probe my
vagina. My juices had been steadily flowing from my pussy down my ass crack
and onto the back of my skirt, although I hadn't realized that at the
time. It was lucky the skirt was made of dark fabric so the stain wasn't
too obvious.

He'd finally stopped the slow erotic torture and thrust his tongue's entire
length into my pussy. I'd had to fight to restrain loud gasps of pleasure
as he slithered around inside my slick walls and lapped my copious fluids.

"My clit," I'd whispered. My sensitive little bud had emerged from its hood
and was standing fully erect. I hadn't been able to restrain a loud gasp
when Kevin had touched it with the tip of his tongue. While licking my
clit, he'd inserted a finger into my pussy. Sensing my readiness, he'd
added a second finger, thrusting them in and out and occasionally hooking
up to catch my G-spot.

As he finger-fucked me, he'd clamped his lips around my clit and sucked
it. I'd drifted through the sea of stars over my head, lost in the erotic
sensations. The sky had suddenly exploded as I slipped into an intense
orgasm.

"That was just a sample," Kevin had assured me as he'd assisted me to my
feet and helped me rearrange my clothes. We'd kissed again, pressing our
bodies together tightly. I could feel his incredibly swollen penis through
our clothes.

"Take your cock out," I'd demanded.

"You're going to be late," he'd warned.

"I don't care. I want to feel it." He'd unzipped quickly and I'd bent down
to kiss his stiff pole, running my lips and tongue over his silky
flesh. I'd wanted to stay there forever, but I knew the girls would be
impatient.

"You go on," Kevin had said after I'd finally pulled away. "It'll take me a
little while to get this to go down and put it back in my pants."

The band had already started when I got back to the hall. Jame, who wasn't
comfortable playing lead guitar, had looked particularly pissed off. They'd
ended the improvised song as I stepped onto the stage. The audience had
applauded with surprising enthusiasm. "Thank you," Nancy had said, speaking
to the audience while glaring at me. "That was one of ours - 'The Bitch is
Lost Blues.'" I'd known it was going to be a long time before the girls let
me forget about this.

We dropped the instruments out, leaving Nancy to sing the second bridge
unaccompanied, her voice rich with passion and longing.

"I won't say I've never done this
"I don't dare to call it love
"There is something here that's far beyond us
"Breaking through into another world"

I glanced at my effects box on the floor, checking the settings, then
stepped forward. As soon as Nancy had sung the last word, I hit the long
sliding note that started my solo. It's a long solo, sixty-four bars, all
composed, loosely based on the Rachmaninov theme I'd used for the
introduction. Nancy sat at the piano and played rhythm, freeing Jame to
double some of my lines on synthesizer. It's always my best solo, crackling
with erotic energy and building to an orgasmic climax. Tonight, my
desperate lust pushed it to a new level.

Half of the dancers had stopped to stare at me. Several men had
erections. Kevin was standing up, unconsciously pressing his hand against
his crotch. Women were clinging to their men. Two pairs of women were
holding each other. So were three men. Although standing almost totally
motionless, I was fucking my guitar, putting my entire body and soul into
the performance.

I'd abandoned the composed line, letting the music continue to build. The
guitar was alive in my arms, making love to me. The strings were erogenous
zones and every finger motion brought us closer to climax. "Keep going,"
Nancy said, switching to an electric piano sound to increase the
intensity. Jame played rhythm guitar while watching me with an expression
of naked lust.

The guitar and I finally came, on stage, in front of all those people. I
was dizzy for a moment, riding on the orgasmic rush. I stopped for a beat
to catch my breath, then went into the solo's sadly sweet final bars.

Jame and I played soft rhythm parts as Nancy stood up and resumed singing.

"The sun is up, it's time to go
"Just one more kiss to let you know
"How good last night and you have been for me"

"Maybe I'll be back this way
"Maybe I'll have time to stay
"Maybe love you more than my guitar"

"Thank you boy, I won't forget
"I'm so grateful that we met
"Remember that you have this gypsy's heart"

We slowed the tempo and I played a final brief solo to set up the last
chorus.

"You were so good, you were so fine
"I'm so glad I made you mine
"You're my groupie boy, I'm your rocker girl
"Yeah, you're my lover boy, I'm your lover girl"

We swelled the music, then faded. The crowd was standing still and silent,
staring at the band. Nancy waited two measures, then sang the final line
unaccompanied, slowly and sweetly.

"Remember that you have this gypsy's heart"

She dropped her arm holding the microphone to her side and stood
motionless. The crowd was silent for a few seconds, then burst into wild
applause.

"Thank you," she said after the noise had finally died down. "You've been a
wonderful audience. We're Fishnet Barbie. We'll be playing at the Old
Faithful Inn all next week. We hope you'll come see us. Thanks again and
good night."

As the audience was drifting out, Nancy went to the digital recorder that
doubled as our mixing board, plugged in headphones and spot-checked the
playback. "'Groupie Boy' is so good!" she exclaimed as she started burning
a backup disk. "It is so on the CD! Now Tracy, what the hell happened to
. . . Oh!" Kevin had just stepped onto the stage and I was already melting
into his arms.

"Now I see why Tracy was so distracted," Nancy purred, beaming at
Kevin. "You'll have to wait for a little while. We have to load out. The
people who run this place want to lock up and go home."

Moving with practiced efficiency, we dismantled the stage setup and stowed
the equipment and instruments in their cases. As we were preparing to load
the trailer, Nancy asked, "Are you taking the passion pit tonight?"

The band always rented two connected motel rooms with two double beds
each. We'd told our parents that the arrangement saved money and only
required two girls to share a bed. In practice, whoever got lucky claimed
one room and the rest of us took the other. Jame locked herself in the
private room to call her boyfriend every night and emerged looking dreamy
and occasionally rumpled.

Janis and Gurl usually took the passion pit while Nancy and I shared a
bed. Jame preferred being alone. When Nancy was with a boy, Jame and I
slept in one bed, trying to ignore Janis and Gurl's love sounds. They tried
to be quiet, but always got carried away. One night, I masturbated
carefully while listening to them, trying not to disturb Jame. I'd finally
collapsed, only partially satisfied. Jame acted like she was asleep, but I
was sure she knew what I was doing.

Liz was my only woman, although I'd played with my girlfriends in my early
teens, before we discovered boys. I wished Jame was into girls. I'd kissed
her once and she'd responded briefly, then pulled away, obviously
agitated. I wanted to join the lovers in their bed, but I couldn't summon
the nerve. It took me a long time to fall asleep.

"No," I answered. "Kevin has a place." Like the band, Kevin had a cabin at
the Old Faithful Lodge.

The hall wasn't very far from the cabins, so Kevin and I decided to
walk. At Yellowstone's altitude, the nights are cold, even in summer. It
would be near freezing before dawn. I hadn't brought my coat, so I was glad
to have Kevin's body pressed against mine as we walked arm in arm past Old
Faithful.

There was a sudden rumbling. We stopped and turned to watch the geyser as
it ejaculated a tall column of steam and boiling water into the cold night
air. We were downwind and the hot mist warmed us briefly.

"Gives you ideas, doesn't it?" I asked when it was over.

"Actually, it makes me feel inadequate."

"Don't worry Baby," I giggled. "You'll get over that really fast." I
shivered suddenly. The wet mist had lost its heat and the damp intensified
the effects of the night air and wind. "Come on, I'm really getting cold
now."

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