At this point in the song, I played the famous rundown on the new keyboard. It wasn’t a perfect match for the version on Del Shannon’s Runaway, but it sounded pretty good to my ears. It was much, much better than the stupid trumpet attempt I made earlier.
I sang the rest of the song, occasionally looking back at the two girls, who were looking at me in awe. I’ve seen this look from both girls at different times, but this was the first time I saw them share it together.
After I completed the song, I put my finger to my lips to let the girls know that they should be quiet so I could end the recording. It was a good thing, too: June looked as if she was about to clap!
I stopped the tape and rewound it. I subjected the two girls to a repeat as I listened to the two new parts with a critical ear, trying to pick out any imperfections. I was surprised when I found that my performance was pretty good; I didn’t flinch at all during the playback!
“That was great! You sounded like what’s his name?”
“Del Shannon,” I answered automatically.
“How do you do that? Change your voice like that?” June asked.
“You know Roy, right?”
Both girls nodded.
“I taught him how to read chorale music in junior high, and in return, he taught me how to sing better. I never liked hearing my own voice when I played back recordings, so he taught me what he knew of imitating other people’s singing styles. He’s a much better singer than I am—he can even imitate Tony Bennett and Frank Sinatra.”
Sherry shrugged. “He doesn’t sing and play at the same time.”
“I didn’t play much on that particular recording,” I pointed out. “Just the rundown after the chorus.”
“And during the last chorus, too,” Sherry said. She wasn’t going to let me convince her that I wasn’t the greatest singer in the entire world.
I conceded the point to Sherry. I knew it was fruitless to argue with her (or anybody, for that matter) about my talents.
I was saved by the bell, though. Well, the flashing of the intercom light.
“Oogie Woogie here with my groupies,” I said, pushing the button on the intercom.
The two girls giggled.
There wasn’t an immediate response from the intercom. This was strange.
It took about a minute for somebody to answer.
“Fifteen minutes, Oogie,” Lynette said, breathlessly and giggling.
“Where are you?” I asked.
“Over in the play room losing to Kristen.”
I knew what this meant, and I said, diplomatically. “Sherry and June are with me here in the studio. Maybe we could meet the two of you in a few minutes.”
As Lynette pushed the intercom button, I could hear Kristen’s golden laugh in the background. “Um, yeah. A couple of minutes would be fine.”
I turned off the intercom, chuckling to myself. I turned and saw June chuckling as well. Sherry looked confused.
“Lynette needs to get decent. You know how Kristen plays pool. She doesn’t gamble with money anymore.”
Sherry still had a blank look on her face.
“Kristen and Lynette play for higher stakes,” June suggested to Sherry.
Suddenly, the light dawned in Sherry’s eyes. She blushed wonderfully and June and I laughed with her.
We waited the requested couple of minutes before leaving the studio.
Chapter 40—Wild Weekend II
We didn’t do much Friday night. Kristen suggested we order take-out Chinese and she passed an order to the main house to have somebody pick it up for us. Harry arrived about forty-five minutes later, our meals in those white cardboard cartons.
Lynette and Kristen drank white wine; Sherry and June drank Tab, and I had some iced tea with mint leaves that Lynette made the previous day.
I excused myself after dinner and went back to my studio to listen to the album that I borrowed from the Swifts. My intention was to try to figure out a suitable arrangement for the song I was interested in that would do it justice.
I was only interrupted once in the studio: Kristen asked me what time I was going to bed, and I told her that I intended to be there by midnight.
I spent the rest of the night working on my arrangement and then picked up an open reel tape with a song of my own composition on it that I wanted to complete before Thursday.
Midnight came and went, and when I realized the time, it was past two o’clock in the morning.
I put my music away and walked out of the studio. The door to the recovery room was closed, indicating that it was occupied. I realized that I hadn’t said good-night to the girls and regretted spending so much time in the studio.
I woke the next morning to Lynette sucking me off.
Usually, this was Kristen’s job, but apparently the two girls had made different arrangements in my absence the previous evening. I looked past Lynette and saw that she had both legs spread out in a split with Kristen’s body underneath her.
I couldn’t see the girl on girl action, but my dick was already pretty hard from Lynette’s intense sucking. I reached down and caressed Lynette’s head in a loving manner to let her know that I was awake.
Lynette moaned, sending thrilling tremors through the shaft of my organ, bringing me very close to orgasm. I tried to will myself not to come, but Lynette was too talented. It was obvious that Kristen had ordered her to suck me off quickly and she was putting her entire self into the act.
I achieved my release much quicker than I wanted, and pumped into Lynette’s sucking mouth. After a few strong bursts, Lynette pulled off me and immediately attacked Kristen’s face, depositing my sperm into my beloved’s hungry mouth.
I was too spent to do much more than look for a few moments before shaking my head and dragging my ass out of bed. Lynette and Kristen were still playing around, kissing each other ferociously. I left them to their own devices as I entered the master bathroom.
As I was taking my shower, I heard somebody come into the bathroom.
A few seconds later, Kristen entered the tub. “Can you wash my hair?”
“Of course, sweetheart.” I soaked Kristen’s beautiful hair and then put a generous amount in her shampoo onto it.
Kristen’s shampoo (both lather and rinse cycles) took about fifteen minutes. I heard the toilet flush and realized that Lynette was in the bathroom as well.
I hopped out of the shower, grabbing one of the large towels, and nodded to Lynette, indicating that she should join Kristen.
Lynette smiled at me, and got into the tub. I could hear the two girls squealing together as they worked very hard to clean themselves up. Of course, Kristen was already squeaky clean all over her body, but Lynette would be the final arbiter of that.
Back in the bedroom, I pulled on a black pair of slacks and saw a couple of new shirts in my dresser drawer. I decided upon a burgundy shirt and looked at myself in the mirror.