This is a true story. It happened last Saturday night.
Last weekend, I was the emcee at an outdoor music festival. It was a three day affair with lots of great music. The vibe was very cool and while it was no Woodstock '69, it was certainly a great experience. My job was to bring the acts on and off the stage, stick to the schedule and keep the happy vibe going. As the go-between with the acts and the fans, I had the opportunity to make lots of new friends as well as renew old friendships. It was a most enjoyable experience.
Naturally, the headliners play at night when the crowds are at their peak. During the day, the promoter gives middle level acts stage time. He is also big on giving younger, newer bands that are developing a fan base the opportunity to perform before a large crowd. This is how I met Howie and Liza.
Howie and Liza perform in an art-rock band. Their music is somewhat reminiscent of the 70s band Renaissance. Howie plays bass guitar and Liza plays violin. They are both excellent musicians and singers. Their music is a bit on the precious side for me but it is competent, tuneful, dynamic and shows originality. As people, I noticed that while both were very sweet and sincere, Liza was the more ebullient while Howie seemed somewhat shy.
As it happened, I had some free time after their well-received set in the latter part of the afternoon. I gave up my position to allow some local radio personalities to have some stage time. As I walked back to my trailer for a break, I saw them packing up their gear and went over to congratulate them on their set. We talked for a few minutes when Howie asked if I might like to share a bowl with them in their car. Instead, I invited them into the trailer where it was air-conditioned and there was some food and cold brews.
Their pot was very pleasant - on the mellow side, and we had nice conversation as I asked them about their musical career and their goals. I discovered that Howie was 27 and Liza was 26; that they met in college and had played together ever since; that after several years of a purely professional relationship, they had moved in together; that this band was together for a little over a year and a half, was their most successful, had already found a strong following and that their first CD would be released soon. Before they left, Liza handed me a three-song demo and an invitation to see them perform the next week at an arts series in a local park. I thanked them and wished them luck. I liked them, they were nice kids. And, to be perfectly honest, I enjoyed looking at Liza's body which was young, lithe and round in the right places. As she had removed her bra after the performance, I especially enjoyed watching her firm young breasts sway under her spaghetti-string tee and the impression of her nipples through it. One time, when she bent over, I caught the top of her black thong and the curve of her sweet butt. I know, I'm a devil!
I listened to their demo and found it well-crafted and very listenable. I made a note to play a track on my next podcast.
A week later, I found myself with canceled plans and nothing to do. As I looked around for some entertainment, I noticed the invitation to their gig. Since the park was fairly close, I leashed my dog and we headed over to give their band some support. The weather wasn't all the great that day. It had been threatening to rain since the morning and it was quite warm and muggy. Still, it hadn't rained and it looked like it would hold off until after their show.
I was surprised and delighted by the size of the crowd. It was mostly a college-age scene and they were all familiar with the band. This is such a good sign for an up-and-coming band. While they might never become "stars", they were assured of good pay days. I walked over to the backstage area to wish them luck. They were both very glad to see me and they introduced me to the rest of the band. I would have shot the breeze longer but they got called to the stage. Liza asked me if I would introduce them but I demurred knowing that the Arts Council people would want that spot. I told them that I just wanted to enjoy the show and I would see them afterwards.
Like a busman's holiday, I enjoy these opportunities. I like to watch the crowd dynamics as well as listen to the band. I enjoy watching the young woman in their loose hippie-like garb, too, and this was one such occasion. After the introduction, they was warmly greeted by the crowd and their first number had the kids up and dancing. I liked how they worked the crowd with hot solos and some extended jams. Unfortunately, halfway through their third number, the sky opened up with a torrent of rain; thunder and lightning soon followed. The show was held while the crowd scattered for cover. After about ten minutes, it was announced that the latest weather report called for continued rain and lighting and so the show was canceled. My dog and I were drenched as we made our way backstage.
They were disappointed but I tried to reassure them that these things happen. I told them that they should be happy they had drawn such a good count and that those people would return another day to hear them. As I helped them pack their car, Howie asked if I might join them at their apartment for some wine, some smoke and some chat. I agreed but only if they allowed me to pick up some Chinese food first. I took their address and said I'd be there in a little while because I wanted to bring my dog home first. I also wanted to change out of my wet clothes.
I knocked on their door about an hour later holding a box filled with goodies. Howie welcomed me into their large place. It was a cottage in the woods on the property of a large working farm. Howie explained that the owner was his cousin who let them have the space for next to nothing. It was a large space with a full sized living room filled with amps and instruments. Their air conditioner was running and I commented upon the comfort and warmth of the place as well as the ability to turn up the volume in such a private space. As Howie and I took out plates and set the food containers around the table, Liza came out of the bedroom. Damn, she looked fine. Wearing a pair of short-shorts, I took in her long legs. Her tee did nothing to hide her fine round breasts. I gauged them to be 34C or 36B, somewhere in that neighborhood.
We had a fine time passing the bong before digging into the containers and trays of the various appetizers I brought. A lot of laughing transpired as we chowed down. They asked me lots of questions about my career and my history and I asked them about their musical goals. We were all very loosey-goosey and we were enjoying each other. After dining, we sat around the living room and made music. It was fun tossing songs around and it was very satisfying for all of us.
I sat across from them on a couch playing one of Howie's acoustic guitars, a semi-cutaway Takamine. I noticed that they both seemed to be looking at my shorts a lot but I let it go figuring I was just high. However, at one point, it occurred to me that as I was commando and as my shorts were loose and mid-thigh, I realized that my dick was probably visible to them. Once I made this realization, I chose to do nothing about it. In fact, it turned me on and I felt myself stiffen.
Liza put down her violin and refilled the bong. I put down the guitar and filled our glasses with some fruity Beaujolais. We passed the bog around and I noticed how Liza kept leaning down giving me views of her breasts. There was a sexual charge in the room. I know that I was not the only one who felt it.
I asked them if and when they were going to get married. They both quickly blurted out, "Never." I was surprised that they responded so adamantly.
Howie spoke up, "Let me explain. Liza and I have had a musical relationship for years. It's a great partnership. We only moved in together out of convenience and as a way to improve our musicality. But, as a couple, we're not into each other sexually, if you know what I mean."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"We've tried," said Liza, "but I think we're each more gay than straight. We've just never been able to make it work."
"Oh, I see. If you two were more like me - bisexual, that is - perhaps you could. But at least your music doesn't suffer."
"Oh, so you're one of those...," Howie smirked, "neither here nor there!"
"That's pretty judgmental, Howie!" I retorted. "I really didn't expect that from you. Why do some gay people get so bent out of shape by bisexuals? It just so happens that after my divorce, I discovered that I like to suck cock as much as I do pussy. I dig it all and I feel bad for those who can't."
"Yeah, but do you really?" He continued. "Do you swallow? Do you take it up the ass?"
"Yes, I swallow. I like it. No, I don't take it up the ass because it hurts. Does that answer you?"
"Boys, stop it. Take another hit. Come on, settle down." implored Liza. "I think it's okay. It's all good. Howie and I tried, we really did, we just don't seem comfortable with each other's parts."
"Do you have any kind of sex together? I don't mean to pry, I'm just curious."
