Dee Dawning

Sleeping with the Band Dee Dawning

Pages 59Words 10100BLURBCarol can't work. She can't even think. Everything's closing in on her. She needs to get away, so she gets in her Thunderbird-a gift from someone she doesn't even want to think about-and starts driving up the Pacific Coast Highway. After playing the set of their life, at the Monterey Pop Festival, the five members of the Maidenhead become mesmerized by Carol, a mysterious beauty who shows up at their motor home asking to use the restroom. As the night moves on they toke a little grass, shed a few clothes and get to know each other. It's The Summer of Love and they want her for sure and it's looking more and more like she wants them. Will she? Dare she?PROLOGUE"Hello?""Tami, it's Carol.""Carol. Where are you?""I'm in San Luis Obispo." "What're you doing there?""I've been driving.""Where to?""Monterey.""Why?""I need to get away.""You're missing the rehearsal?""I know, I'm sorry. Cover for me, will you?""Of course. But why?" "I feel caged. I need to get away. I need to do something I want, while I still can.""What're you going to do?""I don't know yet. Whatever, I feel like." EXCERPTA rap sounded on the aluminum door. Zach, the nearest, opened it. Standing on the top step was the foxiest chick 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 were perfect. Zach's manhood liked what he saw, because it jumped, ready for action. Casting a warm 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, inviting 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. The guy's eyes widened, when they saw who'd come in. Carol raised her index finger to her luscious, full lips. "You guys were the opening band, weren't you?"Reacting like zombies, they nodded. 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 oozed confidence and with her looks, why shouldn't she. He shrugged. "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. 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 is our rhythm guitar player, Rossi and our keyboardist, Petey." Both nodded "And the Viking-looking character scarfing a sandwich 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 sighed. "Oh, some jerk-off grabbed my arm and when I kicked him, he threw beer all over me. Now, about that bathroom."SUB-GENRESRomance and sexErotic sexMultiple
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