Davy's On The Road Again, Chapter 5
The following story is fiction. Sure, some of it may seem real but that's because it's based upon true events and episodes in the life of your humble narrator. It involves all variations of sex between men and women, between women and women, between men and mem and in all combinations thereof. The story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives. There are lyrics to songs that add not only tribute to the songwriters but add color and atmosphere to the story. Some of the characters are real people whose names have not been changed. They are there to advance the story and expand your imagination. I hope you enjoy the telling and the tale.
I wrote this story several years ago and published it on another site. This version is updated at corrected and in some ways is different from the original story. Send your comments to oldhippie1949@gmail.com. Thank you. --------------------------------------------------
My welcome into Aspen could not have been better. I was so glad to be with my old college roommates, Stevie and Sally. Our familiarity and comfort level was so very good that even not seeing them for years had not altered our intimacy. Their friend, Amy, was a welcome bonus, too. We got along like old chums although we had just met. I rather felt that she fit me like a kid glove and I was very taken by her. I felt the same vibe coming from her and I had a deep sense of wellness. After a night of extraordinary sex coupled with a deep soulful connection, I wondered if, perhaps, I was falling in love again. I was confused by this possibility. On one hand, after a long and bitter divorce, I never wanted to fall in love again. Better to have no-strings relationships was my policy, have some good fuck buddies and move along. Yet this woman had made me see something deeper and had made me recognize that maybe love wasn't so bad after all. I took deep breaths and chose to see where events would lead. Still, in the back of my mind, I wasn't ruling anything out.
After breakfast, Amy pulled me outside and in a quiet voice, told me that she had to leave.
"Davy, I must go back home and take care of some things. It will take me several hours. But I don't want you to think that I'm running out on you. I've never said this to anyone before but I desperately want to see you again later. Please tell me that you feel the same way."
"Amy, isn't it obvious? But let me put it this way: I'll be 'okay' for the rest of the day but I won't be 'great' until I see you again. Yes, I feel the same way...and it frightens me a little but I'm willing to take this ride with you. In fact, I haven't felt this instantly close to someone in many years. I think that maybe you and I are onto something - something good. Yes, I want to see you later."
Her face could hardly contain her smile, "I know that we just met and have much to learn about each other but my intuition says that we are on the same side, so to speak. So yes, please call me when you return."
I went to give her a little kiss but she pulled me close and hugged me to her. I could feel her ardor. She released me and ran into the house to say goodbye and then she was off.
Sally and Stevie were grinning like Cheshire cats when I walked back into the kitchen. "I think Davy and Amy are an item," said Stevie.
"So when are you moving in with her, Davy?" Sally inquired with twinkling eyes.
"Look, you two, we just met. I mean, I'm not even here 24 hours, for God's sake! I really, really like her a lot but now it's time to take a deep breath, you know what I'm saying?"
"Yeah, I know what Davy's saying but what is Dick saying?" Sally could be so persistent and so basic.
"Well, let's just see what happens. Normally, I might say 'let's take it slow' but we're a bit past that!"
"Come on, Davy, we've got stops to make," Stevie hustled me off to get dressed. A half hour later, after I put Santo into a large outdoor pen with his bones, the three of us were driving scenic backroads toward Aspen. Good God, this place was beautiful. After a while ogling the hills and fields, we pulled into the town and parked in front of a little restaurant with small tables outside on the porch.
"Come in and look around. We're in the middle of lunch now."
Stevie went into the kitchen while Sally showed me around. Most of the tables were filled but the noise level was restrained. I took a look at a menu. The dishes all looked good and the prices were a bit steep. The least expensive sandwich was a Croque Monsieur at $11.00. Waitresses buzzed by with full trays. I walked around the place and noticed a second dining room as well as rear deck looking out toward the mountains. I quickly surmised that this was a good and thriving business. Sally led me into the kitchen and I watched as she tasted several pots on the stove and commented to the chef about one of them. I couldn't hear what she was saying but I could tell that she was instructing him. She walked over to the fryer and taking a foil plate, she filled it with fries. At that point, Stevie walked out of the office and they shared some private words. They said goodbye to each worker and led me out, back to the car.
"Davy, have some sweet potato fries. They're good." I scooped up a bunch and had to agree. They had a bit of cinnamon on them and it enhanced the taste and differentiated them from any other sweet potato fries I'd ever had. Stevie was pretty happy as he scooped some, too. From there, we drove a couple of blocks and pulled into another place, which had more of a beer tavern feel to it. It, too, was bustling inside with several couples waiting to be seated. I noticed that most of the fare were hamburgers and beer. The prices were cheaper, too, by just a little. Stevie and Sally repeated the same routine as in the first restaurant only a whole lot faster. We left this place and Stevie placed his receipts into a lockbox in the trunk. They led me across the street to a very fancy hotel and we strode into the restaurant. This place was very snazzy with white linen tablecloths. There was a quiet buzz in the dining room and lots of well-dressed people drinking mojitos and cosmos. While Stevie went to the office, Sally led me to a table toward the rear and we sat down.
"All of our restaurants do well but this place is a cash cow. The prices are absurd and we also supply the room service. This place is one of Amy's properties. (That comment raised my eyebrows.) I like to come in here a few times a week and cook. Stevie likes to bounce around all our restaurants but I like this one the best because I can use my culinary experience to cook French, Italian or Creative American."
I marveled at the stunning decor when a waitress stopped by and asked Sally if we wanted anything. Sally thought for a moment and told her to bring us a large sampler platter for three because Stevie would be joining us. Within a few minutes, another waitress came over and opened a bottle of Coppola Claret. Pouring out three glasses, she left the bottle. Moments later, our first waitress set down several small platters with Black Truffle Asparagus Salad, Citrus Poached Lobster, some beef tenderloin as well as some other tasty treats. As soon as the plates were set out, Stevie joined us.
"Oh, good, I love the asparagus salad," he said. He and Sally took small tastes of each dish. Over one dish, a lamb coulis, he waved over the waitress and told her to send out the chef. The chef promptly arrived.
"Yes, Mr. Stephen. Is everything alright, sir?"
"Yes, Raymond, everything is delicious although I think you put a little extra truffle on the asparagus salad for Sally."
The chef smiled, "My secret."
"I have a question. What did you do to the carrot-saffron coulis?"
"I decided to try using caramelized carrots to see if I could sweeten it just a little. Also, there is a pinch of mint. Do you like it?"
"I love it. I noticed it the mint right away. The carrots are a nice touch. What do you think, Sal?"
"Mmm...yes, I like it but I think you could use a tiny bit more mint...make it a little more pronounced, make it more distinctive...also, you've given me an idea with the carrots. When I come in on Wednesday, let's try a tsimmis, it will go well with the chops."
"Excellent, Miss Sally. Is there anything else? I have to check in the dinner vegetable delivery."
"No, thank you, Raymond...oh, and Raymond, you're off on Tuesday, right?"
"Yes sir."
Stevie got up from the table and slowly walked with Raymond toward the kitchen. I saw him place some money in Raymond's palm and the chef was effusive in his thanks. When Stevie returned, he told us that he's covered Raymond's green fees and clubhouse lunch.
"Raymond doesn't know this yet but we'll be taking over the clubhouse kitchen next month. I instructed him to be observant and let me know what their Tuesday numbers are."
We finished our meal and headed for their last restaurant. This one was on the edge of town and it was a cantina.
Sally looked at the full parking lot and said, "This is my least favorite cuisine but it is, by far, the most profitable. With a minimum of ingredients, you can make the maximum amount of different dishes. Absolutely nothing is wasted. I'd offer you something but the last meal was delicious and I don't want to kill the taste."
I agreed. We walked around the outside of the restaurant and all the outdoor tables were filled. This was busier and noisier than the other places. The prices were cheap and the beer flowed. Stevie came out of the cantina and we drove off to the bank.
"Pure profit," he said happily, "I love that beer!"
After the deposit was complete, we headed off back in the direction of their ranch. I commended them on their business savvy.
"Yeah, we're doin' better than we ever did," said Sally, "and the golf clubhouse is going to make us a tidy sum." She turned toward me, "That's another one of Amy's properties.' (I was impressed.) "Stevie, I want to make a different special every day each month...I think we should publish our specials to draw more diners in...what do you think?"
"Well, let's see after the first couple of months. We may have a pretty large built-in clientele already from what I can see. We may not have to advertise at all."
They went on about this until we passed a large piece of property. Stephen pointed out that it had belonged to Hunter Thompson.
"You two would have loved each other, Davy, although he was pretty tough character toward the end."
We pulled up to the Woody Creek Tavern and parked. Lots of large umbrellas surrounded the place and you could hear lots of noise behind the fence. The place looked very funky. I noticed the very casual attire of the customers.
"My favorite competition! How are you guys? Too busy to hang out these days?"
"George, you old bastard, how are you? Damn you look old! You ready to sell to me or what?"
George laughed at the joke. They all hugged each other and we pulled up chairs. Sally went off to the Ladies' Room with her phone in her hand. George ordered some fish tacos and a pitcher of "Doggy Style Amber." Immediately, I fell in love with this place. I loved the funky decor and all the pictures hanging on the wall. Pictures of Hunter Thompson and Bill Clinton, Thompson with Johnny Depp, Thompson and Jann Wenner, Thompson and Jimmy Carter, Thompson and Pat Buchanon (go figure!) and others. It reminded me of the old Blue Parrot back in the good old days of East Hampton before Ralph Lauren bought the village and ruined it. The Woody Creek Tavern was the real thing - a great local hang.
As we chowed down on the tacos and nachos, people came by to shoot the shit with George, Stevie and Sally. Finally George said, "You gonna introduce me to your friend here or just be rude?"
"Davy Harper," I said and put out my hand.
"Davy Harper, the singer?" he asked.
"I was once, "I said.
"Damn, boy, I got the 45 you did with Jimmy Buffett on the jukebox inside. He was here the other day and played it. No shit! Well, I'll be damned! And it took you this long to come by old George's place?"
"Way too long, George. I love this place. I should have come out here years ago but I never got booked out here. I apologize."
"You want to play here one night? It'd be great?"
"We'll see," I said, waffling.
Sally jumped in, "Let's see what his lady has to say about that. Here she comes now. I took the liberty of calling her before."
Amy walked up to the table and gave George a kiss. He looked at me and with wide eyes said, "If you've hooked up with Amy Bieler, you have my undying respect, Mr. Harper. She's the best woman within a thousand miles, bar none...next to Ms. Sally here, of course." To Amy, he said, "Could you convince your buddy here to come by and serenade us locals one night? Do you for me, baby. Do it for George?"
"It's all up to him, Georgie, but I'll put in a good word."
"Okay, okay," I said. "How 'bout tomorrow night? But here's the deal - no cover, absolutely free in exchange for some of your barbeque."
"You got a deal, son." We shook hands on it.
We finished up our lunch and I was crazy about the loose vibe. Everything was very cool and laid back. Something happened that hadn't happened in a long time - I began to write a song in my head, I mean a real song. Amy saw that I seemed preoccupied and told Stevie that she was stealing me away for a while and that we would return for dinner.
"You better because Sally and I are whipping up something special tonight."
We hopped into her car and roared off.
"Okay, Yankee, why are you so quiet? Is anything wrong?
"Wrong? Are you kidding? What could possibly be wrong? I love this place. I'm kinda quiet because I'm writing a song in my head."
"Awesome! Tell me..."
"Okay but it's not cooked yet...It's vaguely about this whole area...and my friends...and the tavern...and you. The chorus is based around the line, '...in the key of me...'. Do you have a scrap of paper?"
"In the glove compartment...there's a pen there, too."
I started to scribble down my thoughts and phrases. The song was rushing out. I paid no attention to where Amy was going nor how much time had passed until she pulled up to a clearing and parked. We got out of the car and I realized we were on the top of a mountain looking out at miles of spectacular terrain. The air was crisp and cool but the blue sky made me start to palpitate with excitement and wonder.
"Oh...my...God. This is paradise."
"Yes, it's my favorite place. Here, come with me." She grabbed a bag from the car and took my hand steering me along a wooded path as we climbed higher still. We came to another clearing. There was a rustic wooden cabin facing a long grass covered slope. She unlocked the cabin and flipped on the furnace and water. There were large floor-to-ceiling windows with that amazing forever view beyond. She pulled a bottle of Veuve-Cliquot from the fridge and uncorked it pouring two glasses.
"This place is yours?"
"Yup, all mine. It's my retreat. But today, it's our secret place."
It was cold inside but I could hear the furnace pumping.
"Come over here, boy toy." She seated me on the couch facing the windows and handed me a glass of champagne. She grabbed an ash tray and lit a pipe. Then she grabbed a large fur blanket and threw it over me. She crawled on the couch and we snuggled together, drinking, toking and watching a pair of hawks circling in the sky. We sat quietly absorbing the serenity. My breathing began to calm, I felt myself centering and I began to silently meditate.
We sat for a long time until she whispered, "Come back, Davy. Come back to Amy." I quietly turned to her and smiled. I kissed her softly on her forehead, on the "third eye."
I began to whisper, "If I am circling with the hawks high up in the air, I know I'm there...If I'm in the redwood tub all naked and bare, I know I'm there...If I'm at Woody Creek Tavern eating fish tacos, medium rare, I know I'm there. There must be something in the water, I think you'll agree...Something that makes everyone so happy and free...That something is In The Key of Me."
"Amazing. Davy, that's great. I think it will be the new Aspen anthem. Do you have a melody yet?"
"When I get back, I'll work out some ideas on my guitar. Maybe Stevie will help me. We haven't written together since forever."
"I love it. And I have to tell you two secrets. The first is that I've always loved your music. And the second is that I think I could be falling in love with you."
"Shhh...don't talk about love...not yet...too soon"
"Okay, I agree. Don't be mad at me. I feel like a young girl again, that's all."
We began to kiss...kisses like starving beggars at their first meal in months. Under the fur coverlet, the heat began to rise as we grappled each other. Our lovemaking became a frenzy as we tore at each others clothes. The cabin was warm now and we tumbled off the couch onto the carpeting and the pelt in front of the windows. Her fingers dug into my back as we rolled around. This was fiery sex, this was urgent and animal lust. I sucked at her nipples, I sucked at them hard. She sucked on mine and bit them, not gently. I pushed my penis into her and her rolled and humped, grinding and banging against each other. She rolled me onto my back and I slapped her tush. I rolled her onto her back and pumped into her with a powerful force. She returned the thrusts. We grunted and yelped. This was not sex, this was not fucking, this was rutting. As I felt my climax boiling up from my balls, I looked out the window and I was suspended in space. I was fucking in the clouds. I was in free fall. Amy felt it too as she held me close, our bodies dripping in sweat. She pushed her hand down to her clit and began to frantically rub and strum it. I pulled her up onto my lap and we began an orgasmic seesaw. I began to cum and I arched my back and threw back my head. We were flying through space and I felt myself levitating. She cried out and pushed her cunt down on me, her cum flowing over me. We were floating, carried by the wind. And then we were quiet, nestled in each others arms.
"I know how you are feeling, Amy. I'm feeling the same. You, too, are in the key of me and I am loving every minute of you."
"Shhh...don't talk about love, Davy...not yet...too soon."
I smirked and spanked her butt. She returned the spank and we fell over, giggling like little kids.
"Wiseass! Amy, at one point, we floated outside the window and made love in the clouds. Did you feel that?"
"I did, Davy, and I wondered if you also felt that. We were flying. We were like in free fall without the parachutes but it was okay because you were my parachute."
"And you were mine. I felt like I was tripping."
She thought about that for a minute and then said, "Do you think that if we ever have bad sex, our affair will be over?"
"I don't think we will ever have bad sex. I don't think it's possible."
"Do you believe in fate?"
"I believe that I have waited my entire life to be here, in you, right now. I believe that some force was pulling me west when I first started this trip. I didn't know then what that force might be nor where it was coming from but I am coming to understand that it was coming from your heart. And I am glad."
We lay silently on the carpet, covered in fur and enjoying the feeling of our sweaty bodies against each other. She rolled toward the window and my moist dick slid between her ass cheeks. We silently stared out at the panorama and we were at peace, flying with the hawks.
We lay together for what seemed an eternity, floating in a cosmic void.
"This place is so spiritual. It is a religious experience."
Yes, it is. It's been that way for hundreds of years. Just beyond the trees, over in that direction, is a place where Indians have always come to meditate and sometimes hold ceremonies. I hid this place away from that place. I didn't want to disturb their serenity. I gave the cabin a small footprint and blended it into the land so it would be obscured. This is my sacred place. And, I'll tell you a secret. I've never had anyone here with me before. You are the first. Please don't tell anyone about it. Promise."
"I promise that it will never pass my lips. I'm honored to be here and I thank you for your trust."
"Yes, Davy, I do trust you. I felt the vibe immediately. I feel we are kindred lost souls reaching out toward each other."
"I have that vibe, too. I feel secure with you. Throughout my life, people have betrayed me but I know that you won't."
"Never, Davy. Never."
I kissed her neck and she hugged me. We lay welded together, spooned tightly. I began to get hard again.
"No, baby. It's getting late and we have to go back." She grabbed my hand and pulled me up. "Come on, let's shower."
She pulled me into the bathroom which was also an amazing space. One wall was all window. Lots of wall space filled with mirrors reflected the sky. Amy placed some towels on a special warmer and we stepped into the open shower space. We soaped each other and I examined every inch of her. At one point, she leaned her hands against the wall and I slipped myself between her buttocks and into her tight rear entrance. She pushed back at me as I squeezed her breasts and we fucked like that for a few minutes. Toweling off with the warm towels in front of the window made it seem that we were showering outdoors. Everything about this woman, her demeanor, her lifestyle, even her space was sensuous.
We dressed and straightened up the cabin. She locked it up and we strolled down the trail to her car. The ride down the mountain was exhilarating and when we reached the base and stopped at a crossing, I took her hand.
"That was a very special afternoon for me. I cannot thank you enough. Your secret is secure with me. I swear to that."
"You're very welcome, darling. For a long time, I had the desire to share that space with someone but never found the right one...until you. You are the right one."
"I'm impressed that you even found that location and built on it. How did you do that?"
"We'll save that for another time. But let me ask you a question? Do you know when you're hitting the road again? I have an ulterior motive for asking that."
"I'm thinking about the day after tomorrow. I also have to extend my RV rental."
"Where are you headed from here?"
"I'm not sure. I wanted to go up to Ft. Collins to see some music buddies, some of The Subdudes, or maybe Boulder to see my niece but I don't know now. I want to see the Grand Canyon. I've never seen it from the ground level, only seen it when I've flown over it, which is cool, too. Then I want to stop in Palm Springs. I want to stop by the Betty Ford Clinic to see some counselors there and make a donation...we're old friends and also, I put one of my kids in there and, bless them, it worked. They are wonderful...truly saints. I also want to stay at a fancy nudist/sex resort down there, too. It's a luxury place with a ritzy spa and other stuff."
"Wow, that sounds hot! I'm so jealous!"
"So that's my plan. It's a flexible plan, because there is suddenly a great lure keeping me here." I smiled at her and she smiled back.
"Let's talk again of this but right now we have dinner tonight and a concert tomorrow night and I needn't tell you how I am looking forward to that!"
We pulled up to the ranch and Santo came racing up to the car well ahead of Stevie. I think Santo felt that I had abandoned him the way he attacked me with kisses and little whimpers.
"Hey there, buddy! Did you have fun today? Were you my best boy?"
"He was great. I took him for a walk through the fields. He's a great dog....and where were you two?
"I took Davy places he's never been to,' laughed Amy as we shared a private smile.
"I have no doubt about that! Well, come in because Sally and I have been slaving away preparing your favorite meal."
I walked into the house and my senses were attacked by the fantastic aromas coming from the stove, "Aha, you're cooking creole!"
"Right you are, Davy, my boy! Let's see. I got about forty minutes to go so why don't you guys get into the tub for a while."
"No, not now, Sal, but after dinner. Right now, I want to talk to Stevie about this show tomorrow...oooh, that smells good!" I knew that creole cooking was one of Sally's specialties having learned under the tutelage of John Fosse, Paul Prudhomme and Susan Spicer. Unconsciously, I found myself drooling.
"Stevie, I'm working on a song and I want you to help me finish it. I want to play it tomorrow. Also, I want you to play autoharp. Say yes."
"Not only will I say yes but I asked some friends to stop by tomorrow. Stan plays string bass and his wife plays violin."
"Do you know anyone on harmonica?"
"Yeah, Tom plays a mean harp. I'll call him."
"Cool."
I walked into the kitchen, "Hey Sal, you gotta a lagniappe for the kid?"
"Here, what d'ya think?" She fed me a forkful of dirty rice.
"Ohmigod, I'm transported. That's superb."
"Who loves ya, baby?"
I dropped to my knees and said, "I am not worthy!" then I pulled down her shorts and bit her tush. She slapped my head and yelled at me."
"How'm I gonna cook with you biting my ass? Get outta here. Stevie, get him outta here! Amy, please help me here, would you?"
"Come on, Davy, show me that song."
We sat down in the living room. Stevie got out his autoharp and I pulled out my Martin. I laid out the song as I had it and began to strum a pattern. After about fifteen minutes, Stevie and I had fashioned a melody and I had another couple of verses. We always had a natural way of working together and writing together was a re-bonding experience. We were working on the bridge but not getting it right. Amy came out of the kitchen and listened.
"What about this?, she offered. "Going down the road with no end in sight/Rolling through the hills in the morning light/Ain't nothing feels good like feeling right/When I'm in your loving arms in Aspen tonight."
"I love it."
"Me, too. I works."
Stevie and I played the song through from beginning to end. Amy added a harmony that made the song just perfect. When we ended, we all beamed at each other.
"Not only is this a great song but I have to share writing credits with the two of you!"
We laughed. Sally yelled from the kitchen, "Sing it again!" And so we did. This time it was even better than the first time.
"I think I have a backup singer for tomorrow." Amy turned bright red. "Oh yes," I said emphatically, "you're part of the group now. I'm very excited about this and I haven't felt this vibe since...since...since Woodstock!"
"I think this calls for a celebration," said Stevie as he lit a joint.
"Y'all sit down. Dinner is ready!"
We took our seats around the rustic dining room table. Santo sat between my legs knowing that I would pass him tidbits. The cabernet had aired out and was delicious. Sally first served us Voodoo Shrimp - blackened jumbos stuck into a square of cornbread and dripping with raspberry sauce. In front of each plate were two powerful gin-soaked cherry bombs.
"Damn, this is good," said Amy, "I never had this before. Where'd you learn how to make this, Sally?"
"You can blame your friend, Davy, over there. He turned me on to creole cuisine over thirty years ago. He learned from Stanley Dural, Jr., Buckwheat Zydeco himself. This is real zydeco comfort food. Right, Davy?"
My mouth was full and I grunted in agreement.
The next course was a small salad of greens and pieces of fruit with a few pecans thrown in which cooled down the palate just right. Next came a large bowl of Dirty Rice, a spicy jambalaya with chopped beef and chopped pork. She brought out a dish piled high with sauteed string beans and chopped garlic. Finally, she placed a large platter of Andouille Sausage swimming in a blue cheese sauce.
"Oh Sally, this is great. This is the real thing. Where do you get the Andouille? This is authentic?"
"I got 'em from New Orleans. Susie flew up here a few months ago and I asked her to bring some with her. She also brought me fresh filé and a jar of her roux. Good, isn't it?"
Indeed it was. The wine flowed, the joint passed and before you knew it the plates and platters were empty. I have to admit that even Santo was smiling. When a belch was heard from under the table, laughter flowed, too.
"And now, if you'll give me a few minutes, I'll get dessert and coffee...real coffee and not that chicory shit. Amy, I need your help again. Boys, clear the table. Santo, honey, lick the plates!"
"Yes, ma'am."
Stevie and I were pretty wasted having smoked another joint and our munchie factor was also pretty high when Sally came out with dessert.
"Coffee, beignets and the piece-de-resistance, a little Bananas Foster!"
I literally gasped as the dessert melted in my mouth.
"The beignets are from the Cafe Du Monde mix and the Bananas Foster is all me, courtest of The Commander's Palace recipe," Sally curtsied.
We were all satiated and just lay around rubbing our stomachs watching Santo licking up the plates. I was the first to head for the john.
When I returned, I pulled out my guitar again and we went over some of the songs I intended to do. Stevie added his autoharp and he and Amy added harmony. I sounded real good, much better than I'd though it would. I felt confident that the show would succeed as I put my guitar into the case.
"I want to tub now," said Sally, "who's joining me?"
"I will,' said Amy.
"Give us a few minutes, honey and we'll join you, okay?," said Stevie.
When we were alone, Stevie got serious with me.
"Why don't you think about moving out here permanently, Davy? What do have back east? You'd thrive out here. I'm serious about this. You and Amy make a great team."
"It has crossed my mind, Stevie. But I have some unfinished business to attend to and I do love the ocean, you know."
"Think hard about it. You don't have to worry, you have some money now. And Amy...Amy is loaded. Sally and I could make it easy for you. Think on it, will you do that for me?"
"I will, Stevie. I promise."
We finished the joint and made some small talk about old friends, recalling experiences with Lenny and Lena, old friends from Santa Cruz. Then we headed for the hot tub tossing our clothes as we walked.
As we walked out onto the deck, Amy and Sally were feeling each other up in the tub. Stevie and I just watched as we slipped into the tub across from them.
"Sally, it's enough already! Keep your hands off her, she's mine!"
"Tough. She was mine before she was yours. Anyway, you know me, I love to play with boobies. And anyway, it's been too long since I tasted my favorite hostess or maitre d' or whatever her title was."
"You worked for them?" I asked Amy.
"It's a long story that I'll tell you sometime but not right now. Can't you see, I'm busy!"
I laughed, "Sally, you are such a slut. You've always been a slut!"
Sally and Stevie said in unison, "And I always will be!"/"And she always will be!" but Stevie added, "...but she's my slut, if that's possible!"
"What a pair you two are," I remarked. I suddenly felt a wave of tiredness come over me from the combination of my day, the meal and the hot tub. "Suddenly, I'm very woozy. I think I have to crash for a while, if you goofballs will excuse me."
I pulled myself out of the tub to everyone's concern. Amy got out of the tub and helped me into the bedroom. Santo seemed aware as well as he followed on my heels.
"I really okay, Amy, it's just this exhaustion came over me. Maybe I just need a little nap."
"Here, let me tuck you in. Just let me hold you. Fall asleep on my lap."
Santo jumped on the bed and pushed his body into my side. I lay my head in Amy's lap and closed my eyes as Amy quietly sang the Aspen song to me. I closed my eyes and drifted off into a deep comforting slumber.
I awoke in the early morning feeling much better and considerably revived. My deep sleep had done me good and my mind flashed back to a dream I experienced, in color and widescreen. It was a happy dream, a dream about redemption and success. In the dream, Amy and I were settled into a house and in a very tight relationship. My children were there and they told me that their mother was sorry about what she had done and that she wanted to reconcile. I explained that I was not interested in reconciliation and that I had moved on with my life. My songwriting career was back on track and I was preoccupied with writing songs for a film soundtrack. Apparently, I also had money again as my lifestyle was comfortable. Amy explained to them that we were both very busy raising money for several charities and that our schedules could not take us back east for at least a few months. My children said that they understood and that they were disturbed that their mother had chosen this point in time to reappear in my life. They felt that she had frittered away her money and now needed more. They also wanted to help us with our charity work. I remember that at another point in the dream, my band was performing in a prestigious concert with lots of big stars like Eric Clapton, Peter Gabriel, Neil Young and others. That part of the dream was vague but I recall it as being very satisfying. I felt truly refreshed.
Amy was fast asleep by my side. I slipped away to the bathroom and quietly got dressed. The house was quiet as Santo and I walked outside. Santo really liked this place with all the land and room to run. He saw several deer off in the distance and took off after them. They heard him and instantly vanished. Santo sensed that his chase was futile and wandered back to me with his tail between his legs. We walked together for nearly an hour. I stopped into the RV to get some clothing before coming back into the house.
Stevie was in the kitchen and the coffee was perking. "How are you feeling this morning? You look okay."
"I feel terrific. I guess the trip and everything kind of caught up with me."
"I remember that back in the day, you used to crash hard after a writing session - like it took everything out of you."
"Yeah, you know you're right. Maybe that was it. I hope I didn't ruin your party."
"Yeah, you did but we won't hold it against you. Amy seemed very concerned and after you crashed, she came out to talk about you. She's really crazy about you. I don't think I've ever seen her like this. I think she's in love."
"Could be that I am, too. She's the first woman in years that makes my blood surge. I'm crazy about her, too."
"So, you think maybe you'll stay?"
"No, I have things I have yet to do but that doesn't mean I won't be back once I resolve things."
"Good, I like the sound of that. Now, how do you feel about tonight's gig?" he said as he poured two cups of brew.
"Oh, I feel very good about it. It will go very well tonight. I feel inspired. And this coffee taste's good, too."
"That's good but I'm nervous. I think we should practice some more."
"Come on, Stevie, you always want to practice more. We'll be great. You know me, I like to keep it loose. Don't worry, dude. Just follow me."
"So you like my coffee? I roast it myself, it's my special blend."
We heard movement and looked up to see the women wearing robes and shaking off their sleep.
"Davy, are you okay? How do you feel?"
"Baby, you scared me. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm good. No, make that 'great' - I feel great this morning."
Santo got up off the floor and went straight for Amy, nuzzling her leg. She kneeled down and gave him a pat and a kiss.
"Looks like Santo is crazy about you, too. He's picking up a good vibe." I kissed both of them and thanked them for their concern. I explained that I was exhausted and repeated Stevie's suggestion about my old writing habits. My explanation seemed to calm them.
"Now don't worry. Tonight's gig will be fun. We'll rehearse late in the afternoon so we have a full day before that. I might take a short nap before we leave for the gig."
"Damn, Davy, you're still the same cool character. Amy, performing never ever bothered him...he never got nervous - ever," Sally seemed amazed.
"Sally, that's because it's fun, it's not work for me. I always feel like I'm just sitting around with friends having a good time. Tonight will be no different except that I haven't felt like this in years...and I like the feeling. If you let me lead, you'll see, everything will be way cool."
"Do you have a set list?" Stevie asked.
"No, not really. I pretty much know the songs I'm going to do but I'll do them in the order I feel from the crowd. Pretty much the songs we did last night. I may do a couple solo, I don't know. We'll see. We'll let it be organic. We'll do what feels right in that moment. Stop worrying, you'll see. Just go with my flow and let me lead."
That pretty much settled everyone out and after we cleaned up the kitchen, Amy said that she was taking me away for a while but that we'd be back around lunchtime. I went to shower but Amy pushed me out the door and into her car.
"We're going to my house. We can shower there."
We drove just a few minutes until we turned onto a long road and headed up toward the hill. About five minutes later, after crossing two creeks, we pulled up to Amy's house or mansion, as it were.
"I'm fucking impressed."
"Don't be. It's just a big old lonely house. I have most of it shut down."
We walked into the center hall and she was right. It was too big and too empty for one person to live in by themselves.
"I don't get it. Sally referred to you as a waitress and a maitre d', where did you get something like this - and the secret house?"
She steered me toward the wing of the house she lived in. We entered her bedroom with its king-sized bed and sat down it patting the spot beside her. I sat down.
"Ok, here's the condensed Reader's Digest version: Right after Sally and Stevie opened their restaurant in the hotel, I got a job there as a waitress. I was working there a week when the three of us hooked up and we all were crazy about each other. Right after that, the Maitre d' quit and moved to Vegas where he got a big job in one of the casino hotels. I filled in for him and that became my job. I did that for about ten years and went through a lot bad affairs yet they were always there for me. One of our best customers was an old time land baron around her named Roy Carver. He flirted with me and treated me with respect so we started dating. He was a lot older than me but he was very sweet and eventually he asked me to marry him. I'd always had trouble making enough money around here even though Sally and Stevie paid me well. Roy told me that he'd take care of me and that I would never have to worry about money. Three years later, Roy had a heart attack doing what he loved best, skiing on the slopes. He died instantly. He'd never had kids nor ever wanted any and he left everything to me. I've sold some of the properties and made a tidy sum. I've also donated even more land to the local conservancy. I've invested some and put money into Sally and Stevie's restaurants. I've restored some older properties and turned them into town landmarks. I own the golf course, the country club and the Inn where they're taking over the dining room. I have tons more land and I'm probably worth more money than I will ever spend. I keep busy but I must admit that it is often a lonely existence...and that's the quickie version. Now let's take a shower because I want to share an idea with you."
I was kind of dazed by her story and said nothing. We walked into the bathroom, which was larger than my entire apartment, and we stripped down. I let her soap me down and wash me. Then it was my turn and damn, if this woman didn't love to take showers. I soaped her body and rinsed her but when I placed my hand on her vagina, she stopped me and told me to wait. We stepped out and dried off and ran into her bed. She pulled a bottle of scented oil from her night table and asked me to rub her down which I was only too happy to do.
She rolled onto her stomach while I oiled up my hands. Placing my crotch at her head, I began to spread the oil on her neck, shoulders and back. I ran my hands along her ass cheeks and back up to her shoulders. I moved to the side and went to work on her spine for a while. Then I moved down to her feet and began to work on her toes I loved the way her body felt and rippled under my touch.
"Davy, did I tell you that you have great hands?"
"That's all?"
"That's all for now," she sighed.
I took the oil and let it drip between her cheeks and down her ass. My hands moved up her thighs, She spread her legs apart and let me brush her lips as I moved up along her crack. The oil had dripped into her but and I rubbed my finger along her pucker, just pushing my finger tip into it. When I finished, I slapped her buttock and told her to roll over.
I repeated my procedure but this time I started at her feet and worked up. Again, I just brushed her sex. As I worked on her, I marveled at her beautiful form. Her shaved vagina had deep prominent lips and her inner lips folded like flower petals like a Georgia O'Keefe painting. The thin landing strip above it only seemed to make her mound more prominent. Her waist narrowed slightly giving her hips a more distinct saddle. And her breasts...oh, those lovely tits, full and round with dark Vermillion areolas, her pointy nipples rose and fell with her breathing...and not a bit of sag. Still, even nude and alluring, it was the full lips on her beautiful face that, for me, was the center of attraction.
I moved around to her head and worked my way down, cupping her breasts. One of my favorite places is the lower underside of a breast and I softly caressed that part. I hunched up to slide my hands further and my semi-erect penis flopped onto her face. She casually slipped it into her mouth and gently sucked on the helmet. I leaned forward and lightly licked her pussy lips. She pressed her shaved lips against my tongue.
"Yes, Davy! Eat my pussy. Yes...there! Oh God!!" Her loins began a slow rocking as I licked her up and down. She grasped my ass in her palms as I pushed my tongue as far inside of her as I could and then moved up and sucked her clit into my mouth. Her skin was soft and slick. I loved the taste and scent of her pussy. Not thick and syrupy, not too sweet but not tart either. More like a soft earthiness, perhaps like a chardonnay. And as she rocked her hips and quietly moaned, I drank more and more of it, loving every moment of the vintage.
Amy spread her legs wide and began to pump against my head crying out in joy. A deep, guttural moan arose from her. "Yes...arrrrgh...ah, ah, aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh." She slumped back and began to suck me seriously.
"Mmmmm...salty," she moaned as she gobbled my dripping pre-cum. Her mouth was soooo good. I closed my eyes as I rocked back and forth along her tongue. She ran her fingernails along my cock and it made me jump. It also made me harder. I didn't want it to end but I knew I was cumming. She grabbed my rod and started stroking it and within moments I was flooding her throat. She pulled me back a little so she could hold my cum and squeeze out every drop. I let her milk me dry and I rolled off her. She leaned over me and we began to kiss. She slowly fed me my cum as I passed it back. She inhaled deeply.
"Mmmm. I smell good. You taste good. It's all good."
She lay on top of me as we shared little kisses, flavors and aromas.
"I love how uninhibited you are. I love that you have no problems or have no compunctions about sex. I love that you're bisexual, too."
"It was Sally that turned me and Stevie into cocksuckers back when we were in college..."
"She laughed,"...and it was Sally who turned me into a cuntlapper."
"Sally! It always comes back to Sally." We laughed.
"Thank you, Sally - a true devotee of Janis Joplin."
"Why do you say that?"
"Well, you know - 'You know you've got it, if it makes you feel good! Oh yes, indeed!"
We laughed and I added, "It's all good. To be honest, I like to play and I like variety, but since I've met you, I'd rather be here in your arms than anywhere else."
"Which brings up something I want to talk about, Davy. I have a proposal to make."
I was suddenly curious, "Go ahead. Lay it on me."
"I hope I don't scare you with this and you can always slow me down, I'll understand. But since I first heard your music, when I was just a young girl, I fell in love with it. It had such a lack of pretension and it was always like you were singing directly to me."
"Maybe I was but I didn't know it. Maybe it was part of the cosmic wheel."
"Perhaps. But now that I know you, I'm not ashamed to say that I love you...I've fallen in love with you...I am in love with you. I know this to be true." Her words came out haltingly. "There, I said it."
"Amy, I haven't felt like this either since I can't remember when. I'm all divided about this. I want to go on with my trip because there is something I must do...but I don't want to leave you either. When I first left East Hampton, I had the feeling of something pulling me west. I'm pretty certain now that that something was you. I feel like I'm falling in love with you, too, although that scares me a little. We are like soulmates...partners-in-crime...or fun. We are in the same key. Will it last? I don't know but I feel like I want to run with it. It is exhilarating."
"I understand. So here's my proposal: let me join you on your trip. I've never seen Grand Canyon. I want to go to that spa resort in Palm Springs, too. I've never done anything like that...maybe I've been too afraid and self-conscious but I have none of those feelings with you. I love you, Davy. Let's do it. Please tell me you'll consider it."
I paused dramatically for about ten seconds. "Okay, I've considered it in depth and I'm all for it. I want you with me. Maybe...hopefully...it will last forever. Let's find out. I believe we owe each other that much trust."
She squealed with joy and bounced around the bed. She covered me in kisses. "You won't be disappointed, I promise. If it all goes south I'll catch the first plane out. Oh, we'll have so much fun."
She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. Whispering in my ear, she said, "We won't be lonely anymore/" And I knew she was right.
"When do we leave?"
"How 'bout tomorrow? We'll do the gig tonight and then break it to Sally and Stevie. What do you say?"
"I like it. Let me wrap up some business today and give instructions to my lawyer, my accountant and my business manager, Artie. I'll pack some stuff...I hope you have room in the trailer...I'm excited."
She jumped out of bed and threw on some clothes and raced into her office next to her bedroom. I got up and dressed, too and strolled around her house checking it out. It was a very large home split into two wings. One she lived in and the other was closed down, it's hallway door shut. I poured myself a little cognac and sat out on the back porch considering what had just gone down. As I stared off at the mountains, I was good with it.
An hour later, Amy joined me. "Okay, all done. Everything is in place. Nothing to it. Shall we go back now?"
We drove back to the ranch and Santo met us at the door wagging his tail.
"Davy, I just spoke to George. Everything is set for tonight. Showtime is 9:00 sharp. I also gave instructions to the sound guy. George wants you to call him." Stevie dialed the phone and handed it to me. George had some questions which were easily answered. He asked me what to call the band and I gave him a name off the top of my head. He also told me that once he spread the word, he got a great response and that it would be a full house. I told him that it would cost him a lot of barbeque and that maybe he should pack it up "to go" so I could have a full fridge in my trailer. He laughed and said he'd see me later.
Stan and Nancy came by at 3:00. Tom called and said he couldn't make it. Stevie thought he sounded as if he had stage fright. It really didn't matter much to me as Stan and Nancy were gifted and talented musicians. They picked up on my songs quickly and brought some very sweet riffs into play. Amy sang along and blended perfectly. I was gently surprised that she knew all the words but she did say that she was a longtime fan. At one point, she pulled a harmonica from my guitar case and played a fine little accompaniment. I nooded to her approvingly.
"If I turn to one of you and ask you to take a lead, will that upset you?"
"Not at all," said Nancy, "I hear a lot of great parts. Not a problem."
"Don't ask me," said Amy, "I'm just along for this wild ride." She winked at me.
We ran through the songs again and all agreed to meet at the Tavern at 8:30. I was confident and eager to play already but I also knew that a nap would do me good. Stevie took Santo out for a walk while Sally and Amy took me to bed.
"Sally - no sex now! Save it for later. I like to keep my energy level high."
"Spoilsport!"
I curled up and closed my eyes. I was out in minutes. I must have napped for two hours when Amy woke me with a cup of coffee at 7:30. She was already dressed for the gig and she looked terrific with a brown tank top under a leather vest. Her jeans looked as though she was poured into them.
"Oh great! I'm the star and they'll all be looking at you. Talk about being upstaged!"
She pouted, "I'll change if you want me to."
I assured her that I was kidding and that she looked superb. I dressed in my usual outfit - jeans and a western-cut shirt. Before I knew it, we packed up Stevie's car and were ready to head for Woody Creek.
"Oh, shit! I almost forgot!" I put a leash on Santo and loaded him into the car.
"Santo, too?" asked Amy.
"Sure, I don't know if you noticed it but he likes to sit under my chair when I play. He'll be fine, you'll see. And if I'm wrong, we'll put him into the car. No biggee."
We got to the Tavern in a few minutes and George showed us the stage he'd set up on the outside deck. He brought out a bowl of water and plate of kitchen scraps for my hairy little buddy. Since it was a warm and dry evening, it seemed very comfortable. Stan and Nancy arrived a few minutes later and we ran through a quick sound check. George came out with an easel and placed a sign on reading, "Tonight - 9 PM, Davy Harper & The Erogenous Zone" which brought laughs and amazement.
Sally got it right away. "Hey, wasn't that the name of the first band you and Stevie put together? What a joker you are!"
Stevie and I took Santo for a walk but it was really an excuse to smoke a joint just to smooth out the edges. When we returned, the patio was now full and the restaurant was equally jammed. The bar was three deep. George went to the mike.
"Ladies, Gentlemen, Regulars and Bar Flies. May I have your attention, please? Tonight, in the Grand Ballroom, the world-renowned Woody Creek Tavern is very proud to present a very special and rare concert. Please give a warm Woody Creek welcome to Davy Harper and The Erogenous Zone!"
We made our way to the stage under raucous applause. Santo found his place under my stage chair as we kicked into one of my best known songs, "Mighty Fine." When I got to the first chorus, everyone in the place was singing along. The band was very tight and Amy's soaring harmony was perfect. When I reached the third verse and the line about the stars in the sky, I looked up and pointed moving right into the final chorus and then into the end. The audience went wild and the applause lasted until I shushed them. I looked to the band and we all acknowledged that it was a good sign.
"Thank you folks for that wonderful welcome. It's been a long time since I played before an audience and it feels nice. I think you all know my band by first names but this is my dog, Santo." Santo wagged his tail. "He's our metronome." Laughter. "Here's another one you might remember. I wrote it for her," pointing at Sally.
I jumped right into "Sally Take A Ride" and heard her whoop. I knew that the audience might be familiar with the song because it was included on the soundtrack of a Jack Nicholson film. I turned toward Stevie for the break and he played it like he always did - on the money. It brought a rousing reaction. The whole song seemed to be in the pocket and brought a nice reaction.
We played two more repertoire songs when I sat down on the chair and waved Nancy up front.
"Now here's a song by an old friend, John Sebastian, and I want to dedicate to our amazing background singer and erogenous zone herself, Amy Bieler. It's called "Amy's Tune."
I played the first section solo and whistling the melody. Nancy came in and took over the melody. Stevie and Stan laid down a subtle bed and the audience was spellbound. The texture of the song was so perfect that I, too, got lost in it. I looked around at the faces in the crowd for the first time and I picked out a few celebrities. I saw Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell, Lance Armstrong, Angelica Huston and Zac Efron. Nancy was letter perfect and the song brought warm appleause.
"I have another one here that's on the jukebox inside. I wrote with two buddies, Steve Goodman and Jimmy Buffett. I'd..."
A voice by the bar yelled out, "Finally a song I know!"
I recognized the voice and yelled back, "Well, maybe you want to come out here and join me!"
Jimmy Buffett made his way to the stage to great applause. I dedicated the song to the memory of Steve Goodman who was a dear friend to both of us. Jimmy and I stood together at the mic and crooned. At the end, the audience roared. Jimmy and I shook hands and he made his way back to the bar.
"Now I hope you all have a Landshark Beer in your hands and if you don't, what are you waiting for? Now go on, I ain't playin' until you're all lubricated...I can wait!"
George, Jimmy and a waitress came out with cold bottles and passed them around and collected money while I turned to the band and gave them the last three songs. I told them that on the next number, I'd give them all solos.
"Ok, are you all wet yet?" Big applause. We kicked right into "Wet Yet" and again the audience knew all the words and sang along. When the break came around, I yelled "Stevie!" and he took off on a wild autoharp solo. "Nancy!" and she fiddled it up a notch. "Stan!" and he played a gut-bucket riff that ended in a flourish. "Amy!" She lifted her tambourine and shook it to deafening applause. "Santo!" He looked up at me and wagged his tail. "Me!" and I started to play "Purple Haze" which I walked out of and then into an a capella third verse followed by a rousing full band chorus and out. The audience went wild and I waved goodbye. But I knew they wanted an encore and they started to chant, "Davy! Davy! Davy!" Santo sat up and started to bark. We came back to the stage.
"I can't refuse my dog. He's my biggest fan. Here's one more for you and you're all welcome to sing along. In the end, there's a whistling part and you can whistle along with that, too."
We broke into "Traveling, Traveling On," a sweet and gentle song that was buried on a b-side but has always been one of my favorites. The audience was right there with us and as I ended it with a big "MGM ending", the crowd went wild, standing and cheering. I waved goodbye and thanked them all for coming out. I thanked George for having 'the best damn venue in Woody Creek' and left the stage. Santo followed us out.
Back behind the patio, I thanked everyone for playing so sweetly. Stevie was near tears from the rush coming off the performance. The crowd was still chanting my name when George came back and asked if we would do one more so we headed back to the stage. The crowd went wild. Santo followed us back but this time he sat next to Sally in the front row. I got a kick out of the fact that he was watching the show, too.
"Ok, friends, we can only do one more and then that's it because we don't know any more. Here's a song I wrote yesterday with Stevie and Amy. I want to dedicate this one to the ghost that haunts this place. This one goes out to the memory of Hunter Thompson. I never met the man...I wish I had...but I believe in Gonzo."
I began to sing, "In The Key of Me" and as Amy came in with a close harmony. Stevie played a chord as Stan rolled down to the root and we were into it. I let Amy take the bridge. I nodded to Nancy for the solo and she delivered the most gorgeous part, it helped to make the song more meaningful and it brought a strong response. We headed to the end of the song and the faded out leaving me the last line. I slowed it down and sang it a cappella. It worked and the audience rose as one and gave us a standing ovation. I pulled the band to the front of the stage and we applauded the audience. Lots of camera flashes hit our eyes and we walked out into the audience to shake hands. The vibe was beautiful and better than I could have ever imagined. Amy kissed me on the cheek and whispered "I love you" in my ear. I beamed, surrounded by backslappers, photographers and autograph seekers. It seemed like everyone wanted to shake my hand. Sally broke through the crowd and gave me a wild hug. She yelled, "This was better than any of the old days, Davy. You rock big time."
One woman told me that I had made her day for a lot of days to come and that she would always remember the show. Angelica Huston and Goldie Hawn were like gushing fans, too, asking for my autograph. I took a concert flyer and passed it around asking everyone in the crowd to please sign it for me. To say that I felt like a million bucks is to undervalue the dollar.
I was nearly an hour later that Stevie and I were packing up the car. Santo was already asleep in the back seat. Buffett came out to the car and told me that I had killed and it was as good as how as he'd ever seen. "You're back, Davy and I'm glad. I missed you." he said. He then told me how much he loved "In the Key of Me" and how he's love to record it for his next CD but only if I'd record it with him. I jotted down my cell phone number and my email address and gave it to him. We hugged.
George came out of the Tavern with a very large box filled with "to go" bags. "It's filled with all sorts of good stuff, Davy. I hope you enjoy it. Oh, and here's your flyer." Every square inch of it was filled with autographs.
"I'm framing this."
"I can't thank you enough, Davy. That was a memorable night for me. Not only did you put on one hell of a show but we broke our beer number - you set a record! You can play here anytime you want and you're never ever gonna pay a penny in my establishment."
Stan and Nancy were leaving when they came over and hugged me.
"I can't remember when I ever had more fun. Damn, we were good, weren't we?"
"We were in the pocket, Stan. My ears heard the perfect sound and you, Nancy, you damn near made me cry there at the end. What an awesome solo. I'd play with you guys anytime."
"You were right, Davy. I just let the music and the vibe take me. Was it good?"
"Was it good? Was it good? Don't put me on, Nancy. You were clearly in the key of me. Thank you. Thank you. A billion times, thank you." They waved as they pulled out of the parking lot.
The five of us got into the car and headed out. I was quiet as my body deflated and the post-performance exhaustion kicked in. The other three seemed energized and couldn't stop talking about the show and reliving parts of it. Santo rested his head on my lap and licked my hand while I rested my head on Amy's shoulder.
"This calls for a celebration. When we get back it's champagne and hot tub!" exclaimed Sally and sure, enough, once we got into the house, Stevie started pouring the bubbly and lighting joints as we threw our clothes off and sank into the tub. The phone was ringing off the hook but Stevie waved it off and turned off the ringer.
Stevie held his glass up, "Here's to Davy Harper and The Erogenous Zone!"
"That was a mighty memorable show. It's one I'll never forget. Amy, you sounded angelic up there and Stevie, it was like yesterday again. Thank you all."
"I don't know that I've ever had more fun," said Amy. "You were right, Davy, when you told us to let you lead and to go with the flow. The energy coming from the audience was magical. I never felt anything like that before."
I smiled and exhaled a deep sigh. "That's called post-show tired is what that is," I said.
"Oh baby, let mama take care of you," smiled Sally.
The three of them surrounded me in a close hug and they all covered my face in kisses. Then they started massaging me and working on my shoulders and hands. I closed my eyes and felt their love engulf me. We were all squatting in the tub so that the water was up to our necks. I felt their arms and legs entangle my own. Stevie's erection pressed into my own. I don't know how long we held this group embrace. Sally tipped my head back and I sank backwards until I was floating and being help aloft by six hands. As if in one connected organism, I felt them rubbing me, stroking me and kissing me. I opened my eyes and gazed into the stars and I felt eternity.
Stevie pulled us out of the tub and we all quietly dried off and put on our robes. Hand in hand, we silently walked into their bedroom where we sat in a circle. Stevie lit a joint and we passed it around. Nothing was spoken but our eyes could not conceal our joy.
The pot really hit me hard and I swooned backwards. I felt their hands on me, touching and caressing. I felt a mouth encompass my glans and then a tongue and then three tongues and I smiled. One mouth remained and began to suck me all the way in. I opened my eyes to see both women watching Stevie sucking me.
"Ah," I let out an involuntary sigh.
"Would you boys put on a show for us?" asked Sally. I haven't seen you two get in on in a long time."
"For you, Sal, anything." I pivoted around and took Stevie into my mouth. We lay in a 69 on our sides as the women sat side by side holding hands. I reached for his big balls and gently kneaded them.
"I want your cum, Davy. Give it to me."
"Just a little bit more, Stevie, just a little bit more." He increased his tempo as I wrapped my legs around his head. His fat cock filled my mouth and I tasted a few drops of his pre-cum.
"Yeah, Stevie, yeah."
Sally was stroking her clit, "You two are sooo hot."
"I'm gonna cum, Stevie...Stevie, here it comes." He pulled off me and opened his mouth as I shot ropes of cum into it.
"Oh, that's soooo hot, Davy." I felt Amy's fingers pinching my nipples. Sally placed her pussy-drenched fingers by my nose.
"Davy...get ready...I'm gonna shoot." I pulled Stevie's cock out and let his cum splash into my mouth and my beard and my moustache and all over my head. It was salty and warm and sticky and so good to know that I had brought him off.
Amy began to kiss Stevie. "I love his sweet cum...let me have his cum." Sally was licking Stevie's cum off my face.
Stevie turned to me and we kissed, passing what little spooge was left.
"My oh my. That was fun. Now I want to watch you two." Stevie and I moved back on the bed. I lit two joints and passed one to him.
Amy pulled Sally onto all fours and started to lick her ass. Sally reached over for a large black vibrator and passed it back to Amy. Amy turned it on and buzzed the tip around Sally's cunt. She inserted it and slowly drew it in and out as Sally pushed back on it Amy then withdrew the vibrator and ran it around Sally's pucker.
"Yeah, baby. Stick it in my ass. Fuck my ass with that cock." Amy repositioned herself so that she was under Sally and able to lick her pussy while she slowly moved the vibrator in and out of Sally's ass. Sally pushed back on it to take it deeper. Amy increased the speed.
"Oooohhhh, that fucking cock in my ass is good, baby. You know what I like. Fuuuuuuck." Amy increased her in and out strokes while her other hand diddled herself.
"You're making me cum, baby, baby. baby. Ahhyeeee..." Sally started to hump Amy's face as Amy pushed the vibrator still further. Sally let out a deep satisied moan and then several shrieks. She lifted her hips and began to squirt and spray her cum all over Amy. It ran down her chest and onto her breasts.
"Ohmigod, that's fucking amazing," I was awestruck by the sight as Amy shook her tongue for side to side and Sally shrieked again, this time exploding into another orgasm and squirting jets of her cum into Amy's mouth.
"No...no more...no more," Sally cried out as she rolled off Amy. The vibrator was still humming in her ass. She reached down and pulled out with a loud pop. "Now that's how you cum!"
Sitting and watching with bulging eyes, I let my joint go out. Stevie pulled my arm over toward Amy and the two of us began to lick her face and tongue Sally's cum from her mouth. We were going crazy on Amy and she loved it. Both hands were deep in her pussy but Sally had another idea. She pulled a rabbit vibrator from her drawer and began to fuck Amy with it. Stevie went for Amy's tits while I rubbed my dick around her face. Amy's hands flew everywhere, grasping and grabbing. She held my balls, then she stuck her finger up my ass. She pulled it out and pushed it in again. She was thrashing wildly as Sally pushed the rabbit deep into her pussy and rubbed the nub around her clit. Sally also pushed a finger up her ass and gripped her.
Amy was in orgasmic chaos, arching and thrusting and grabbing wildly. I held her head from thrashing about and kissed her sending my tongue down her throat as she sucked it in. She was moaning into my mouth as she began to cum hard, very hard. Her nipples were hard and erect, pointing at the ceiling as Stevie pulled on them. And just like that, she stopped shaking and settled down. Sally pulled the vibrator away and began to gently pat Amy's clit. She softly kissed it as Amy calmed down.
"Oh that was so good....so good. Thank you all."
"No, thank you," we replied and covered her body with kisses.
We lay around all entangled, recovering and toking.
"We have something to tell you. We have an announcement to make," said Amy. "Tomorrow, Davy and I are hitting the road together."
Sally screamed, "Oh Jesus. Really!"
"Yes, really. We're in love. At least, we going to find out just how much."
"Congratulations," said Stevie, "I knew you two would hook up. I told Sally that a couple of nights ago."
"Yup, we're going to head down to Grand Canyon and then Palm Springs and then...and then who knows where."
"Send us postcards," said Sally, "let us know what's happening."
"We will, I promise," said Amy, holding my hand.
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