“He looks at you like you’re his ticket to something,” Amy said.
She was the one who had multicolored hair and had freaked out on the plane.
“He made it sound like you were best friends,” Hana, the black-haired girl, said.
“You should watch out around him, he seems like a leech,” Jett added.
We stepped out front, and Al and his usual surfer friends were waiting for us when we came out. Jett told her bandmates she was riding with me. When she got in, she looked around.
“Damn, David. Are you rich or something?” she asked.
The Range Rover was a sharp car. I explained that it belonged to Rita James. That led to an entirely new series of questions. I’d almost forgotten that girls are born detectives. I was soon telling her everything.
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Craig lived in the hills overlooking LA. It was a mansion that was much more modern-looking than the ones around it. Later, I was told that Craig had torn down an older home and built this one. It was undeniably a bachelor pad. In his dining room, he had a pool table. He also had the largest TV I’d ever seen in his media room. Out back, he had what looked like a water park. His pool looked like a lake with a waterfall, and there was a man-made stream that you could leisurely ride inner tubes around.
On his patio, there was an outdoor kitchen with a pizza oven. He even had a gazebo with a monstrous round outdoor bed. My guess was Craig had designed this when he was my age because only a teenager would believe all this was cool. Well, I was a teenager, and I thought it was a little much.
Al and his friends hit the pool. I could see the appeal, as there were lots of young women in swimsuits running around. I introduced the girls to Craig and Trip and told them about their first gig in LA. Craig asked them to play, and the next thing I knew, I was helping to bring in their equipment.
When they began to play, it brought everyone out to the patio. I noticed that Sasha was here with Daniel. I also saw some of the girls from the beach. Trip must have invited them despite my comments. I spotted Maria, the girl Al had pointed out to me while we surfed. I sat back and enjoyed the music.
Jett, the girl with the strange red hair, had something about her. She had a quick smile that made all the guys weak in the knees as they hoped she was smiling at them. Jett was the wild kind of girl who was bursting with energy. After watching their set on the beach, and another here, it was clear why the record label was interested in her. The rest of the girls were holding their own, but even I could tell they weren’t in the same league as their fiery lead singer. Jett had that something that drew the eye, that something you felt deep in your loins as she bounced around with abandon.
I noticed she kept an eye on me. It was still too early to tell if we were going to be friends or more. I was actually okay with not knowing. Either we would be or not. I was guessing that for now, the answer was not. We both were discovering ourselves, and I wouldn’t want to sidetrack either of us with a serious distraction, and she could be just that.
When they wrapped up their set, Jett grabbed a beer and joined me at my table.
“It looked like you had fun up there,” I said.
“I lose myself when I get into it. Today was a great day. Well, any day I get to sing is a great day. I think we may be at the beginning of something big.”
That was all we were able to get in before she was swarmed with well-wishers. She ate up the attention. Before she left, she made sure I had her number and a promise to spend some time together before I left LA.
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After the band departed, I guess I wasn’t surprised when Sasha sought me out.
“I know of a quiet spot. I’d like to talk to you,” she said, taking my hand. “Follow me.”
“Where’s Daniel?” I asked.
“He found some young thing to spend time with.”
“Are you and he …?” I asked.
“No. Daniel just needed a ride. He was pulled over on the way home from the party last week. The cops only gave him a warning, but now his parents won’t let him drive.”
She led me to the gazebo. I didn’t realize it had curtains. She pulled them closed.
“Sasha!” I whispered harshly while she dropped to her knees and began to pull down my zipper. “When you said ‘quiet spot’ I imagined you meant somewhere less open. We’re in the middle of the damn party!”
“Did you really want to talk about what happened at Zak’s party?” Sasha asked as she fished my manhood free.
I looked down and realized I wasn’t even hard. I guess her brazen escapades had my mind on other things, like us being discovered. The benefit of not being hard was that she was able to take my whole length into her mouth. A little suction and the look of satisfaction on her face soon remedied the situation. I felt myself thicken and lengthen to the point her mouth was no longer able to accommodate Mr. Happy. I guess we didn’t need to talk about her running off with Bill and Ridge to have sex.
Though I was nervous, Sasha acted like this was a walk in the park. Even that might have been better. There had to be at least seventy people within sight of the gazebo right now. She had me turn around and sit on the bed. Sasha helped me out of my shoes and socks while I took off my shirt. I helped her off with hers as she removed my pants and boxers. She then grabbed Mr. Happy at the base.
I wasn’t really stupid; I knew what Sasha wanted to do with me. If I remember correctly, she even said so last week. While I didn’t have feelings for her, I couldn’t imagine passing this up. This was one of those memories you might tell your grandsons about someday. She stroked me a few times and opened a compartment under the bed. Sasha had obviously been here before. She pulled out a Costco-size box of condoms and a bottle of lube. Like I said, I wasn’t stupid. I put on the condom and Sasha had me in her in a flash.
Her breasts wobbled, telling me they were real. Zak and I had been playing the game ‘real or fake?’ He’d shown me some porn and taught me how to detect the difference. I didn’t confess that I could already spot the difference. Adrienne and I had played the same game, and she was much better at being able to discern fakes than Zak was.
It took some time to get into her; Sasha was tight. I let her set her own pace. I worried because she had a pained expression on her face. It was good she was sopping wet, or it might not have worked. When she had me all the way in, she leaned down and kissed me. I grabbed the back of her neck and kept my mouth on hers. It was good that I did because when I began to move, she moaned.
When I was sure she could take the whole thing, I began to push her hard. I believe her knees came off the mattress a couple of times when I gave my hips just a little extra thrust. There wasn’t much I could do about the sound of our pelvises coming together. There was the unmistakable sound of energetic sex. If anyone were close by, they would also smell it. I gave up worrying and just pounded her.
The thing was, I wasn’t the only one: Sasha pounded me right back. When I felt myself getting close, I stopped, but she twerked her little butt on me so good, Miley Cyrus would have been jealous. I was able to hold off for another ten minutes. It took all my control not to lose it. Sasha was working on her third orgasm, and apparently no longer gave a damn whether anyone knew what we were doing, if she ever did. She slammed down on me as she climaxed.
“AIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!” she screamed.
I decided I’d held out long enough and began to fountain deep inside Sasha. If I hadn’t had a condom on, I was sure I would’ve knocked her up with that effort.
It was no surprise when someone stuck their head in the gazebo. They got an eyeful of the two of us making the beast with two backs.
“Do you think you could handle two women?” a female voice said. “Or are you a one-shot wonder?”
I looked around Sasha and saw Maria.
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