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Introduction
My name is...well name's not important. Call me Ishmael-nah, just kidding. You can call me Nick. But I'm not writing this to tell you about me. I'm writing this to tell you about my girls. These are the girls I've known, the girls I've loved.
I'm a lucky man. I have a good life. I'm a musician. I've worked tours, studios, jingles, composing, songwriting, engineering and producing. My job is incredibly fun and I've made pretty good money at it. No, I'm not famous. Don't even ask. You wouldn't recognize my name if I told you.
I've had the chance to see some amazing places and meet some amazing women along the way. I'm going to tell you about some of them-not all, but some. Over the years I've slept with about three hundred women. I'm not bragging or anything, I'm just trying to make a point. My point is that the stories here are based on those girls. Some of the stories are combinations of more than one girls' tale, but that's only to keep me from writing hundreds of stories. What you're about to read is based on true events.
Whether you believe them or not doesn't make any difference to me. I got to live them so that's all I need. Now I'm an old married guy, middle age is slipping by and I'm just reminiscing about the girls I've known in my life. Don't get me wrong. I may not be chasing after girls anymore but I'm still a lucky man. I've spent over twenty years now with the same girl and I love it. I've never been happier and I've never been unfaithful. But every now and then I stop to remember....
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When people go to a convention, they act as thought they have a license to do whatever they want. The nurses at the hotel for the weekend were worse than most. The later it got, the wilder they got. They were drunk and loud and neither was attractive to me.
One more set and I'd be through for the night so I could get out of here. There was a table in the middle of the bar that I'd avoided for the last couple of ours. Eight women were drinking and laughing around the table. Every few minutes they'd yell out a number and then drink a toast to that number. I didn't know what was going on, but to get back onstage I had to go by them.
As I passed them someone grabbed my coat tail and pulled me backward. Over my shoulder I saw a tall, beautiful brunette with flawless bone structure was holding onto me. She said, "Wait a minute. We can't see your butt with this in the way."
"Oh, really? That's too bad," I responded. "Why do you want to?"
"We haven't had a chance to rate you yet," she said flipping my jacket up to my waist. "What do you think girls? I'd say nine or ten. At least eight."
With a laugh I turned and said, "How can you tell from back there? Besides, I'm not even hard yet." She gasped as I kissed her cheek and walked away. Howls of laughter and calls to come back followed me as I headed for the stage.
When my set was over she was there waiting for me at the edge of the stage. It didn't make sense. She didn't need to be work so hard to get laid. I didn't usually notice wedding rings, but a rock the size of hers was hard to miss.
"You're something else," she said. "I just wanted to know if...."
"Hold on before you say anything else. I'd like to hear the rest of that sentence, but it would probably be too tempting for me to resist. You are so beautiful that it's hard for me to look at you and say this-but I don't date married women," I said interrupting.
She chuckled and said. "I had a feeling about you and I was right. That's the most gentlemanly thing anyone's said to me in a while. But you've got it wrong. It's not for me. I wanted to give you my daughter's number. I think you'd like her."
"Your daughter? You're not interested yourself?" Grabbing her around her slim waist I pulled her close to crush her substantial chest against mine. "Besides, don't mothers try to keep their daughters away from musicians?" I asked smiling.
"Yes, yes, and yes." Looking at me intensely she went on, "But I have a beautiful 21 year-old daughter who doesn't know how fantastic she is. I think you're just what she needs to shake her up a bit. At least say hello."
She turned her head to look at the bar across the room. There was a tall, beautiful brunette sitting at the corner of the bar, her purse in her hands and her feet on the floor. She looked like she was ready to make a run for it. "Wow. Is that...."
"Yeah, that's my Sue Ann."
The name seemed impossibly sweet and innocent for such a bombshell. Long, toned legs went up and up and up to perfectly rounded hips. The tiny black skirt she wore begged to be ripped away to reveal the treasures inside. A wasp thin waist only added to the overwhelming affect of breasts that thrust out under a pale gray sheer blouse. A black vest topped off her outfit. She looked like she'd just stepped off the cover of a magazine.
"Sue Ann? She's...."
"Not what you expected. I know. If a mom has to fix her little girl up, she must not be much, huh? Well, as you can see, that's not the case here." She tugged at my arm and said, "Come on. Come say hello."
Any description I offer will seem as though I'm exaggerating, but here goes. Like her mother, Sue Ann was tall (5'10") slim, with full rounded hips and a face that would make models and actresses run to the plastic surgeon in a fit of envy. Her impossibly clear light complexion was carved into beautiful delicate features, highlighted by full red lips. When I looked into her eyes-she had me. Those big, blue eyes are beyond my ability to describe. They were so innocent, sweet and enticing I was lucky she was shy. If I stared into her eyes for too long, I wouldn't be able to form a complete sentence.
Carolyn (Sue Ann's mom) talked like we were old friends and dominated the conversation. Sue Ann was shy and quiet and I was too much in awe to stop Carolyn as she went on. Before I knew what was happening, Carolyn was getting the two of us a taxi to take us out for breakfast. Carolyn headed back to her room and left us aone.
As the cab pulled away Sue Ann said to me, "I know how pushy Mom can be. You don't have to take me out if you don't want to."
"Are you kidding?"
"Well, I don't want you to feel you have to."
"Sue Ann, I have to. I have to get to know you. I have to find out more about you. I'm sorry if I'm stumbling over myself here but I'm not used to being with a girl as devastatingly beautiful as you." She blushed as I went on. "Plus I'm starving. I've had a long night. Please come have breakfast with me."
Shyly she shrugged and said, "Okay."
Breakfast lasted longer than I would have thought possible. I remember a swirl of people around us with plates coming and going but that's about all I can remember. The only thing that sticks in my mind is Sue Ann. Her eyes were big and bright even after a night out with her mom and the nurses.
Sue Ann's voice had a child-like quality that reminded me of a 50's era sex kitten. Smiles were hard to coax out of her at first, but the effect made each one worth the effort. Her laugh made the whole room turn to find the source. It was infectious, lilting, and made everyone smile. When they saw Sue Ann the men in the room got simultaneous smiles and erections.
We talked about everything and nothing. It wasn't long before I felt like we'd known each other for years. Nothing was off limits. I don't know how we both overcame our shyness. Maybe we saw the same timid nature in each other. Or maybe we were just so attracted to the other we had to go for it. It didn't matter at the time and I guess it doesn't matter much now.
