Backstage Pass
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“It’s okay. You did warn me.”
“That’s not a good excuse.”
Sliding out of her body, he dropped to his knees, looping her leg over his shoulder. He probed between her legs until he found what he sought in the darkness. He sucked her clit into his mouth and she shuddered. Two fingers slid inside her, curling forward to stimulate her in that perfect spot he’d discovered that morning. His fingers plunged deep and slowly withdrew, before plunging deep again. She burrowed her fingers into his hair and leaned heavily against the back of the tour bus, mewing in pleasure with each stroke of his fingers, each flick of his tongue.
A bright light hit Myrna in the face. She squinted, blinded by the beam of a flashlight. She lifted her arm to shield her eyes.
“Whoops, sorry,” a masculine voice said. The light switched off.
Myrna’s body tensed. She lost concentration and her excitement waned. Brian didn’t let off her though. He started to build her up again with his mouth and fingers. Before long, she forgot where she was.
From inside the bus came Sed’s animal-like groans and the answering cries of three girls. Three? How could one guy do three girls? Maybe Eric was participating now. Their excitement lent to her own, and soon her body shuddered with release. She cried out as pleasure rippled through her body. Her legs went limp. Brian caught her with his free arm as she slid down the back of the bus. As her shudders subsided, he removed his fingers from her body, cradled her in his arms, and kissed her tenderly.
“We’ve got to stop getting so carried away,” she murmured.
He chuckled. “Where’s the fun in that?”
She snuggled up against him. “They’re going to leave for Des Moines without us.”
“They’l wait. Sed hasn’t even kicked those girls out of his bed yet.” That was obvious. The girls continued to scream Sed’s name as if involved in some World’s Loudest Vocalizer contest. She could hear Sed swearing loudly, and the bus rocked slightly with each curse he shouted.
Myrna frowned, remembering a light shining in her face moments ago. “Someone saw us.”
“One of the roadies, I think. They’re used to seeing things like that, sweetheart. Don’t worry. No one wil say anything.”
She pouted. “They’ve seen you eating out a woman pinned to the back of the bus?”
“Yeah.”
“What do you mean, yeah?” Why was she jealous? He probably did this sort of thing al the time. New experiences for her, but same shit different day for him.
He laughed. “Yeah, just now.”
She slapped his chest half-heartedly. He always made her feel better about herself. Made her feel special, even though she knew she wasn’t. Not real y. “Let’s go get my car now.”
He helped her to her feet. She located her panties around one ankle and put them on before rearranging her clothes. Her legs were stil trembling. Wow! This guy. This guy was so good for her, and oh so very bad. Brian rearranged his clothes as wel , tossing his expended condom on the ground, and then took her hand in his. “Lead the way, pretty lady.”
“You’re not afraid some rabid fan wil pick that up and try to impregnate herself with it?” Myrna asked, nodding toward his litter.
“Myrna, that’s disgusting.”
“And tossing it on the ground isn’t?”
“Nope.”
“Pick it up.”
He sighed loudly. “Fine.” He retrieved the condom and held it out to her. “Here, put it in your pocket.”
“Ewww. No.”
“You’l put it in your body, but not your pocket?”
“That’s different.”
“If you say so.”
She fished her keys out of her jacket. “Just throw it away.”
They walked behind the second bus and into the mostly empty parking lot, complete with a handy garbage can for easy disposal. It was dark enough that no one recognized Brian as they headed for the distinctive pink car in the distance.
“What a beautiful car,” Brian said, peering into the driver’s side window. “Can I drive it?”
She hesitated. She real y was overprotective of this car. The thought of a roadie driving it over three hundred miles made her quite nervous. Spending extra time with Brian was a powerful motivator though. She handed him the keys. He unlocked the door and opened it. “Wow,” he whispered. “It has been ful y restored. Get in.”
She moved around him and entered on the driver’s side before sliding over the white leather bench seat to the passenger side. He climbed in, closed the door and started the engine. It roared to life with a low-pitched purr. He revved the engine. “She has some kick.”
“You bet your sweet ass she does,” Myrna said.
“V-8 engine?”
“Yeah. A 312 with dual Hol ey carburetors.”
“Fuckin’ sweet.” Brian put the car in gear and peeled out of the parking space. He cranked the wheel to one side and drifted sideways before settling into a straight path toward the buses. He decided to drive around the parking lot several times. Myrna cringed every time the tires barked, but Brian was enjoying himself so much, she couldn’t dampen his spirits. Myrna caught sight of Jake, the roadie with the blond mohawk, waving at them wildly. “I think they’re ready to leave.”
“Yeah, I suppose.” Brian drove up behind the bus and stopped abruptly. “That was fun.”
He drew her across the bench seat and kissed her. “Let’s go to bed.”
“Again?”
“I could use some sleep.”
“Oh, we’re going to sleep.” She smiled, ducking her head.
“For a few minutes, at least. You’ve worn me out today, woman. And I’m not used to getting up early. It’s usual y party al night, sleep al day around here.”
The car door opened. “Ha,” said Jake. He tipped his head into the car. “I get to drive the Thunderbird.”
“Not if you drive like Brian, you don’t,” Myrna said.
“I’l be sweet to her.”
Brian climbed out of the car. “I’m not a bad driver. You can’t put a big engine in a little car and expect me not to see what she’s capable of.”
Brian helped Myrna out of the car.
“Sweet!” Jake said. He climbed into the driver’s seat. “See you in Des Moines.” The door slammed. The tires squealed as the car shot backward.
“Great!” Myrna said. “A maniac is driving my car.”