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Rock and Roll Angel

By: lostindavoid



Honolulu: Present day

On the outer edge of Honolulu, in a suburb called Kaimuki, nestled at the base of the Diamond head Crater, on the island of Oahu, Ethan Grant sat on a wicker sofa in the sun room of his cousin Ashley's home. In his right hand, he spun an external drive from finger to finger. On the drive was a video recording a weekend of unbridled passion from five years ago. 

Has it really been five years? He thought as he opened his laptop and popped the drive into the allotted port and clicked on the required icons. The laptop made a tiny contented grunt as it downloaded the information. 

Is this what our past has become, he thought as he waited for the laptop to do its thing, nothing but stored information on our devises and less in our heads?

He clicked on the media player, steered the little arrow to play, clicked on that and then moved the arrow to the fast forward button to advance to the end of the recording to get passed the party to the end. 

That was no party bro ... it was a bacchanal ... an orgy ... and the best sex of your life. 

The screen was blank but a woman's laugh sent a shiver up his spine and he hit pause instead of fast forward. The still cute Japanese face of Joy Maeda filled the screen. His heart ached at the sight of her. Back then, all those years ago, he had had no idea how complicated his life would become and Joy's face made him ache for that simpler time. Longing to be there again, he clicked on play and allowed the little home movie to roll from the start.

"Are we filming?" Joy Maeda asked on the laptop screen.

It surprised him how sharp and clear the film was. In his head, the event had become grainy and distant and for some stupid reason he had expected everything to have faded or degraded or something. 

"Ready for your close up?" Sarah asked, her voice clear and sharp. Sarah, his best friend (and still was to this day) had done the filming that night.

The camera zoomed out showing a naked Joy reclined on the bed on her side, her slim, petite gymnast's figure tight and perfect. The patch of hair between her legs drew Ethan's gaze like metal fillings to a magnate. Joy's nakedness made him shift the laptop to make sure no one from outside the sun room could see what he was watching. It was a ridiculous worry, the windows to the sun room were tinted making it impossible to casually see in from the outside.

Joy giggled and said, "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"Say your line twerp," Ashley's voice came a bit faint because of her distance from the camera.

A lump formed in Ethan's throat at the sound of his cousin's voice from five years ago.

"Don't call me twerp," Joy said feigning anger. She cleared her throat, sat up cross legged, looked straight out of the laptop screen and said, "Welcome to the filthy, dirty facial cumshot." her eyes rolled to her right. "Do I have to make it sound so nasty?" 

"Because it is so nasty you cheep sleazy tramp," Ashley said. "And I can't believe you talked me into this too." 

"And we do this for a man's dirty misogynistic pleasure I might add," Sarah said.

The camera tracked over to Ethan from five years ago standing nearby. His hair longish, his face worry free and quite handsome, almost pretty. Envy with just a little bit of anger flushed through Ethan as he looked at his less burdened younger self. Under all the emotions was a touch of guilt.

You should feel guilty for the things you did with your cousin Ashley that night his long ignored Protestant side scolded. Ashley had no idea this recording still existed. The recording belonged to Joy. He wondered why she had kept it all theses years. Anyway, Cousin Ashley would flip if she knew it existed. 

His science grounded brain jumped in and rationalized, We are so many times removed that we could hardly be considered related. And it still amazed him that he was related in anyway to Ashley. She was half Japanese and a bunch of other stuff but the other stuff was dominated by her Asian genes. She could easily pass for pure Japanese he thought. 

On the laptop, the camera dropped down to Ethan's erect penis.

"Meet the true star of this pornographic fantasy, the male dick," Sarah said.

"Can we keep the feminist, lesbian commentary to a minimum please," Ethan groused from on the laptop. 

The camera panned to Ashley standing nearby, shockingly naked ... and beautiful.

"Man, Ashley you're gorgeous," Sarah's said seeming to reflect the current Ethan's very thoughts. The camera zoomed in on Ashley's firm C-cups and stayed there. 

"Up here please?" Ashley said on the laptop. The camera zoomed back to her face but her young perky boobs still drew all of Ethan's attention. Then suddenly, the camera angel went wild and blurry. 

The next shot on the laptop was of a naked Sarah Logan, bold, blonde, beautiful and looking quiet put out. "Give me the camera you little freak!"

"Say hello to Sarah the most beautiful lesbian on the planet," Joy the apparent camera thief said.

Sarah smiled graciously at the compliment then rushed the camera. The next shot showed Joy flung to the bed landing on her cute little butt where strong six-foot tall Sarah had tossed her.

"Places everybody. The battery's running down," Sarah announced. "If we're gonna do this dirty deed, it has to be now." 

The Camera followed Ashley as she took her place on her knees before Ethan's erection. Joy knelt next to her. Ashley firmly gripped the younger Ethan's shaft in both her hands. The camera zoomed in on Joy's upturned face, her expression somewhere between a frown and a smile. 

Ethan clicked pause and the scene on the laptop froze on Joy's dubious expression. Although sun room was well air conditioned, he wiped at his damp forehead with the back of his hand. His chest thumped violently as his heart raced a million miles an hour. He took the time to take in several deep breaths to calm himself. As his heart slowed, his mind raced back five years and a couple of days before the making of the film.

Chapter one

Beer Nuts and Demon's Flesh

"You guys did a gig at Demon's without me?" Ethan asked Sarah as he slipped in opposite her in a booth in their favorite bar.

"Didn't take long for the news to reach you," Sarah said as she grabbed a fist full of beer nuts. "So? Who told?"

"Dolly did. She picked me up at the airport tonight."

"How was the class trip to the Galapagos?" 

"Fine," he said, "following in footsteps of Darwin was on my bucket list." Then he quickly waved aside the pleasantries and got to the point, "Is it true you performed topless at Demon's?"

"We all did ... well Kieth didn't. Nobody wanted to see his pale flabby chest."

Ethan's jaw dropped open.

"It was an emergency—"

"An emergency? Really? What kind of an emergency would require you to go topless in a biker bar?" he asked sceptically. 

"If you shut your fukin' yap I'll tell you," Sarah said. She ate more beer nuts before continuing. He rolled his eyes as she leisurely chewed. After a long draw of beer she said, "Demon's is a tough place and two songs in, wouldn't you know it, a fight breaks out." She stopped to take a swallow of beer and then continued, "And I'm not talking about some drunk guy punching another drunk guy. I'm talking about full on, someone is gonna fuckin' die kind of fight. Me and the band were trapped on the small stage against the back wall. Some guy pulled a gun out then the bartender pulled out a shotgun. If any of those guns went off the band was fucked. Desperate, I grabbed the mike and screamed at Ashley HARD TO HANDLE! hoping that the Black Crows could save our butts. 

"Actually it was Otis Redding who first did the song in sixty eight," Ethan corrected.

"Whatever," Sarah said. "Anyway, it didn't working, the fight raged on and we were seconds away from eating lead shot. In a panic I screamed into the mike the chicks in the band are getting naked! It fucking worked! It was like somebody hit the pause button on a movie, everything froze." She reached for another hand full of nuts but Ethan snatched the bowl away from her.

"No more nuts! Tell me!"

She gave him a dirty look but continued with the story.

"We had their attention and I could tell that if I didn't show some skin a bigger riot would ensue. As we worked our way through Hard to Handle, I removed my denim vest and my Stones t-shirt. Thankfully I was wearing my favorite black-satin, Victoria's Secret pushup. By the end of the song I was topless. The fight had ended but I could tell that it was a skinny truce and anything could set the place off again so I made sure that all the girls showed some titty. By the end of Rod Stewart's, Maggie May," Dolly was topless." 

Sarah reached for the bowl of nuts; this time he didn't stop her. She ate more nuts and then gulped down the rest of her beer. She signaled to the waitress for another. Ethan ordered one too. 

"Dolly has a really nice rack," Sarah said.

Ethan agreed wholeheartedly for Dolly was shapely in that sweet German barmaid kind of way. He looked at Sarah, or more accurately, at her chest. You have a nice pair too he thought but knew better than to voice such an observation to his militant lesbian best friend.

"Ashley topless too," He asked said.

Sarah nodded. 

"Man," he whispered. What lousy luck. His eyes lingered on his best friend's chest and his imagination kicked into high gear. That stage gets hot under the lights at Demon's and all those tits must have been shiny with sweat. He imagined six set of nipples at stiff attention.

"Eyes up sperm sack," Sarah warned him. 

"Ashley too huh?" Ethan said trying to sound casual and not that interested in his cousin's naked flesh.

"In all her B-cup glory," Sarah said, "That cousin of yours is a trooper. We must have cleared eight hundred in tips that night and everyone kept buying us beers."

"I bet," he said only half listening. Ashley topless ... wow.

"You having dirty thoughts about your cousin again?" Sarah asked giving him the disapproving eye. The beers arrived and Ethan took a long draw from his. 

He put down his glass and said, "There is nothing wrong with my attraction for Ashley."

"She's your cousin you sick incestuous fuck," Sarah said as she tucked into more beer nuts.

"Just barely by marriage. Her dad's my dad's third cousin something or other. Besides, royalty in Europe married cousins all the time."

Sarah gave a dismissive sniff. "Yeah, look how well European history turned out."

"You've got a thing for Ashley too Ms. Lesbian lawyer." 

"I'm not related to her. My attraction for Ashley is healthy and normal. You on the other hand should be driven from civilized society and forced to live on the fringe eating only tree bark, nuts and canned tuna."

Ethan frowned. "Canned tuna?"

"I hate canned tuna."

"It's not like I've done anything scandalous with Ashley," Ethan went on, still frowning at the tuna thing.

"Oh my God. Can you see the pyramids on your side of de-Nile? The two of you kissed right in front of me behind the bowling alley."

"We were just fifteen at the time and drunk on beer that you provided. We were so blitzed that night neither of us remembered a thing."

"Okay, age eighteen, lake Oliver, skinny dipping."

"That was your idea remember? And it was pitch black. You couldn't tell an ass from a rock," Ethan said with honest regret about the conditions of that evening. It would have been quite the coup to see both his beautiful best friend and cousin naked. And oh how he wished he was at Demon's the night of riot. He would have taken a bullet from a crazed biker. 

"Making out at the Led Zeppelin movie! Spring break, first year of college." Sarah said pointing an accusing finger at Ethan's face.

Ethan stared at her in incredulity. "That was you and Ashley."

"Oh yeah—" Sarah's eyes glazed over. "The chick's a great kisser."

"You got her high on pot and she's still traumatized by that evening."

"She liked every moment," Sarah said with her crooked tomboy smile. 

"You're such a guy." Ethan said.

Sarah laughed. "You're just jealous that I can remember my kiss with Ash and you can't."

Chapter Two

Ashley on My Mind

Ethan drank his beer and brooded as he thought of his feelings for his cousin Ashley—third cousin by marriage he added to reassure himself that he wasn't a perv ... but was he? 

He thought back to when he had first met Ashley at a big family reunion in Big Timber, Montana of all places. Ethan had just starting high school and was miserable for being dragged to the reunion because he had a budding relationship to maintain back home. It turned out that Ashley was of the same mind, so in their shared misery, they bonded. 

Ashley's parents were both in the Navy and stationed at Pearl Harbor in Hawaii where they met and then married. From the first moment he saw his cousin, Ethan thought her the most exotic person he had ever met. Ashley and her mom, with their Asian features, slim figures and dark hair, stuck out in the sea of towheaded, stocky Swedes, Norwegians and Germans at the reunion. At that time in his life, Ethan could count on one hand the number of Asian people he had met. To his surprise, at the end of the reunion, Ashley shyly confessed to him that he was the most exotic person she had ever met. Tall blonds were a rarity for her, and to his delight she had compared him to Brad Pitt. 

Ethan's dad and his distant cousin Charlie who was married to Ashley's mom, reconnected at the reunion and the families met every summer from that day forth.

Sarah's voice broke his reminiscence.

"This is the last summer with her isn't it?"

Ethan nodded. Ashley graduated from Ohio State this spring and would be going to Honolulu University to get her graduate degree in biology. Plus, she was getting married to some guy on Maui. 

"Yeah, her last summer of freedom," Ethan said. And her last summer with me he thought, but didn't voice that part. Sarah reached over from her side of the booth and squeezed his hand. Ethan looked into her face free of makeup yet still very pretty.

Sarah said, "I'm gonna miss your crazy Japanese cousin too. Summers just ain't gonna be the same without her here in Byle, Ohio."

Ethan's phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out to see the incoming number. "Speak of the devil," he said and answered the call with a big goofy grin. "Hey Ash."

"Hey haole boy," Ashley said back. 

"You're the only person allowed to call me 'whitey', regardless of the language."

"How many times do I have to tell you, it's a term of endearment?"

"Uh huh."

"Ask her if she wants to see a movie with me?" Sarah said.

Ashley laughed. "I see you're with Sarah. Is she ever going to let me forget that night?"

"Probably not," Ethan said. "Sarah has the memory of water."

Ashley and Ethan laughed.

"What is that suppose to mean you science geek?" Sarah asked.

"Water always retains trace elements of whatever it comes into contact with," Ethan replied. "In other words, water never forgets."

"And apparently neither do lesbians with Asian girl fetishes," Ashley said in Ethan's ear making him laugh some more.

"Still on schedule for Friday?" he asked.

"I'm sorry but my plans have changed," Ashley said.

Ethan's heart sank.

Ashley laughed. "I'm here now and just pulling into your parent's driveway."

"Hey. Wow. I'm across town drinking beers with Sarah," Ethan said, excited that his cousin was here five days early but disappointed that he wasn't there to meet her.

"I'll let myself in with the key under the garden gnome that looks like Mick Jagger." She said. Then in a more serious tone asked, "Is the pool set to go? If not, I'm driving right to the airport. I'm not spending my last summer in Byle without a pool."

"Pool's all primed just for you."

"I want bikini shots," Sarah blurted loud so Ashley could hear.

Ashley laughed. "Tell the lesbian queen of Byle that if she wants bikini shots of me she has to get the band together one last time."

"Get the band together and then she'll do it," Ethan relayed to Sarah.

Sarah nodded, "Consider it done."

"She told me about Demons," He said to Ashley softly. Just saying it warmed his blood.

"Oh my God. I'm just glad it hasn't gone viral."

"Sorry I missed it."

"Teach you to go off to the Galapagos Islands on a college field trip to expand your mind and not hang around a biker bar in danger of getting shot and seeing naked titties," Sarah said.

"Ashley says you're a fucking perv," Ethan said to Sarah.

"Don't get me in trouble with Sarah," Ashley protested.

"Takes one to know one," Sarah said.

"You're such a punk," Ashley said in Ethan's ear. "See you at the house."

The call ended and Ethan put away his cell phone.

"Can you do that? Get the band together again?" Ethan asked.

"I've done harder things," Sarah said.

"I have shopping to do." He stood and dropped a twenty on the table to pay for his beers.

She grabbed the twenty, stood too and shoved the bill into Ethan's top pocket.

"My treat," she said and whipped out a credit card. "Get me those bikini shots."

"You're such a fuckin' guy," he told her retreating form. He couldn't help but admire her splendid curvy ass in her faded jeans as she walked away.

"Stop looking at my ass," Sarah said without turning around.

Ethan laughed and left the restaurant.

Chapter Three

Added Joy

Standing totally confused in the rice and bean aisle, Ethan reached for his cell and hit Ashley's number.

"Hey haole boy. Wazzup? Way you stay?" Ashley said lazily in Hawaiian pidgin. Ethan thought it fascinating how she could turn her accent off and on.

"In the bean and rice aisle. What kind of rice do you like again?" He knew she was super picky about her rice and didn't want to get the wrong thing.

"I doubt that you'll find the brads I like in Byle." she said. "Jasmine will do. If you come home with Uncle Ben's instant I will kick your lily white okole. Or better yet I'll get Sarah to do it."

He grabbed a five pound bag of jasmine rice and threw it in the cart.

"Be sure to get some soy sauce and sesame seed oil," she said.

"Right." He sped toward the condiment aisle.

"You won't find them in the condiment aisle," Ashley said as if she were there with him. "Go to foreign foods. You'll find them in the tiny oriental section. Any brand will do. And I can't believe that they still use the word oriental in this day and age."

"This is Byle, Ohio. Just be glad it doesn't say Gook, Chink or slant-eyed bastards."

She laughed. He loved making her laugh.

As he tossed items into his cart, he asked her, "What you doin'?"

"What else? Sitting in your parents new jacuzzi, drinking free beer from your parent's fridge and reading a book on my Kindle Fire. I'm wearing a swimsuit that Sarah would love because it gets indecently translucent when wet."

I bet I would love it as much as Sarah, he thought and hoped that it was that one piece light blue thing she wore last year. He remembered how he kept stealing looks at her dark nipples as she lay sunning.

"You still there?"

"Um, yeah," Ethan said. "The big guestroom across from my parents room is yours," 

He headed to the beer aisle. Ethan's parent's were off to Hawaii for a visit with Ashley's family. Ashley and Ethan were to join them in mid July—two week from now.

"No, I want the tiny guestroom downstairs," she insisted. "I don't plan on being more than a few feet from the pool and jacuzzi."

"Have it your way." He said. 

He hung up and finished the shopping cheerful as a pig in mud.

He stopped off at his apartment near the local agriculture college that he attended to grab some overnight stuff. He made sure to pack his digital camera and extra batteries. He decided not to pack his laptop because the power plug was glitching out. If he needed a computer there was his parents PC.


Rock and Roll Angel Pt. 02



Sorry for the long wait on this one. To be honest I didn't think I had a part two in me. Guess I was wrong. Hope you like the story. Thanks Lostindavoid

*****

Chapter One Wishing For Wings

He judged the distance from his hotel balcony to the one adjacent to his. He stretched his arm out as far as he could but even with his longish limbs he couldn't touch the other railing. If he stood on his own railing, his legs might be long enough to simply step over. He could do this ... just don't look down. He dragged a chair over and used it as a step to get up on his balcony railing. He was tall enough to use the balcony floor above him for balance. Foolishly, he looked down. 

"Wish I had wings to fly with," he whispered. 

He stepped over the void and onto the rail of the other balcony. His heart did a flip in his chest as he transferred his grip to the opposite overhead balcony. He took a few moments to slow his heart. He felt totally exposed. It was late at night, but he still risked being seen. A panic set in and he quickly jumped down to the safety of the other balcony's floor. He let out a small yelp as he violently hit an unseen chair knocking it over. He pinwheeled and kept his balance then froze in a semi crouch waiting to see if anyone heard his blundering. Amazingly, no one had. After a minute, he relaxed and edged to the sliding door. The curtain was partly drawn. A light was on and he could see her laying on the bed sound asleep covered by a sheet.

He fingered the door handle and gave a gentle tug. It was unlocked. He didn't know what he would have done if had been locked. Jumping back to his own balcony was a feat he wasn't sure he could repeat. Ever so slowly, he slid the the door open. He cringed for it sounded like a Mack truck ripping down the H-1 Highway. He slid it open wide enough to slip through sideways. For the average person that would have been ten inches maybe less, but for him the opening had to be twice that. He slipped into the room and nearly jumped out of his skin when the air conditioner kicked in. The figure on the bed stirred. He held his breath and watched her. Thankfully, she stayed in her blissful slumber. He gingerly focused on closing the balcony door, now grateful for the noise of the air conditioner that help to cover up the racket.

He approached the bed. She had kicked the sheet to one side and lay in a fetal position, her long dark hair covered her face forming a shiny messy halo around her pillow. She wore a red t-shirt with the shaka sign on the back. The shirt was hiked up a bit exposing pink panties with yellow daisies. He admired the curve of her butt. Her exposed legs were pale and glowed golden in the bedside lamplight. He knelt and carefully brushed aside her hair to get a look at her face, her features were Asian. He knew for a fact that she was one hundred percent Japanese. She was beautiful in her slumber. He gently pushed at her shoulder to get her to flatten out on her back. She cooperated. He gingerly lay her arms, one at a time over her head in a surrender pose. The woman was tiny, a little less than five feet tall, slight of built. She barely had any tits to speak of under her t-shirt, she was a double A-cup tops. He didn't mind, long ago he had come to appreciate tiny figured woman. She had nice muscle tone like a dancer or gymnast.

"Stay asleep," he whispered to her. 

He gripped the bottom of her t-shirt and as gently as he could, slid the shirt up. The shirt was on the large side so it came up easily. He lustily admired her exposed tits. Laying on her back as she was, her breast were barely visible bumps with small dark brown nipples. He had the shirt just over her head when she stirred. He froze and looked into her beautiful face expecting her eyes to open but they remained close as her head lolled to one side.

He pulled the shirt passed her arms in one quick tug. His heart raced when she shifted and curled back up into her fetal position. Again, he gently pushed at her shoulder to get her to lay flat. He positioned himself on the bed to work on her bottom half. He gripped the sides of her panties and started the lustful decent. She had a cute trimmed patch of jet black hair. It took near forever to work the panties down. Once they were at mid thigh, he picked up the pace and had them off her in seconds. 

The gentle folds of her womanhood invited his inspection. He carefully nudged her knees to spread her legs a bit. He longed to see her naked ass too but didn't attempt to roll her over. He slipped off the bed, stood over her and undressed. All he had on were jeans with no underwear so it didn't take long. She moaned and rolled onto her belly. He smiled. Thank you, he mouthed silently as he looked down at her perfect, pale, tight little ass. He gripped his steely hardon and started to stroke himself. She rolled back over again and his heart went to his throat for her eyes were wide open. 

She abruptly sat up. Her wide open eyes met his. Then her gaze dropped to the raging hardon in his right fist. Then she laughed uproariously.

"Where you awake the whole time?" Ethan Grant asked still gripping his hardon.

Joy Maeda giggled. "You made enough noise to wake the dead," she said. "And I can't believe you jumped the balcony. Are you that lolo? If Ashley found out she'll kick your ass."

"I got wings," he said.

"Yeah, you and pigs can fly."

"We gonna fuck of are you just gonna flap your dirty little mouth?" he asked.

"You have a shit load of tests to do tomorrow," Joy said. "You gonna need some rest."

"I'll go then," he said with mock annoyance as he made for the door.

"You goin' out naked lolo?" Joy asked with a giggle. "Finish your fantasy. Whack off on the innocent sleeping Japanese chick."

"No fun if you're faking it," he said.

"Yeah, like that matters. I'll do it with you. I like looking at you too."

"Maybe you're right. I should save my strength for tomorrow."

"Shut the fuck up," she said as she lay back and massaged her clitoris with no restraint. "Stand at the end of the bed. I wanna see you in all your glory."

Ethan shifted to the foot of the bed. For her benefit, he flexed his muscles as he continued to stroke himself.

"You are an angel come to earth," Joy said in a breathy tone.

He totally disagreed. SHE was the angel not him. He loved the way her long hair fanned around her head, loved the flexing of the slim muscles on her arms, shoulders and thighs as she worked herself, loved the flush in her cheeks, the hard serious expression on her Japanese face, the tiny swells of her breasts tipped with hard brown nipples surrounded by quarter size areolas.

"Come on me!" she said. "Come on my face and tits!"

He knew that SHE knew that he liked hearing her say it.

He joined her on the bed, knelt on her left side, pointed his erection at her face and let go. An explosive jet struck her forehead above her right eye and spattered everywhere, she flinched but didn't stop working herself. A rope of white stripped her chin and tight closed lips. He pointed lower and doused her chest with two irregular blobs then focused back on her face to spray a final volley on her nose and cheeks.

"Show me your wings lover!" she said in a desperate voice. "Show your wings my fucking angel!" Still gripping his wet erection, he spread the wings on his back as wide and as high as they would go. "Fucking awesome!" she yelled and came with her eyes wide open. "Fuck me!" she demanded still in the throes of her orgasm. His normally white wings were a deep crimson on the edges, a sign that he was in that state of near perpetual arousal. Over the years Joy had taken full advantage of this interesting quality of his. He dropped down between her legs and entered her. He flexed his velvety wings forward so that they would brush her face and shoulders because he knew she liked that. 

"You smell like Old Spice and oranges today," she said.

She claimed his wings smelled different every time they made love. To him, the wings smelled musky and animal like. He liked the smell but it was always the same to him. Every woman he made love to had made the same claim about odd smells.

He pulled his wings back to see her face. Some of his come had brushed away but most still clung to her her face and hair. As always, his mess urged him on. 

"I'm coming!" she yelled and pulled him down for s kiss. The kiss was brief and he arched back up. Her orgasm exploded outward.

Not close to done, Joy Maeda lead her winged lover to the hotel bathroom. He entered her from behind facing the bathroom mirror as she gripped the counter. She just LOVED seeing him flex those wings. She loved it even more when the wings brushed over her back, ass and legs. In a span of five minutes, she came with tears of joy in her eyes ... no pun intended.

Breathing hard, crying and laughing all at once, Joy pulled free of him, turned to face him and hugged him tight low on his waist. Ethan looked at their reflection. She was pale but he was even paler bordering on the albino. The way her naked body pressed in on him made him think of Bernini sculptures done in translucent alabaster. He expanded his wings wide for effect. The angel and the maiden, he mused at their reflection.

Joy dropped down to her knees and took charge of his wet, pale, erection. With her mouth and hands she worked him to the edge. "Come on my face," she said.

Ethan look down at his busy lover and asked ... not for the first time ... "Why do you let me do this?"

"Fuck me blind? I must be a total lolo bitch."

"No, come on your face."

"You do it with your other lovers," she said as she got into a steady slide with both her hands.

"You make it sound like I sleep around a lot."

"I know that you do it with Ashley. You both don't talk about it but I can tell you do it."

"Not much lately, not since her engagement," Ethan said.

"There's Dorthy."

"Just three times."

"Even after she married Kieth?"

"No comment."

"Ashley's boss, Alyson Reese. Tall, half Koran, improbably blond."

"Um ... "

Joy continued on relentlessly as she jerked him off. "That hot MILF doctor from the psychology department. That cute Filipino chick Nefertiti Ulamat from the art department. Also from the art department, that beautiful brooding Japanese artist Gwen Yoshimura. The impressively stacked photographer Meka Okuda, AGAIN from the art department. Is there anyone from the art department that you DIDN'T sleep with?"

"Okay, you made your point. And NO, I didn't come on their faces. You're the only twisted fuck that let's me do this. Well, Ashley that one time."

"It's because you're too nice," Joy said as she double fisted his erection. "You have an effect on woman and I KNOW that YOU know that. If you told me you wanted to jizz on my grandmother's gravestone I'd help you do it."

"That is so esoteric ... not to mention wrong."

Sensing that he was close, she looked up at him and said, "Come on me lover."

On her command, he ejaculated. Joy laughed as lines of white crisscrossed her beautiful Japanese face. Still laughing, she reached for a hand towel. 

In the lazy after glow, they lay naked, spooning on the big Ala Wai Arms Hotel bed, Joy in front, Ethan behind. The wing not pinned under him rose and fell, gently brushing Joy's side.

"I don't understand why you want to do this," Joy said. "Well, okay, I DO understand. I just don't want you to do it." He hugged her close, his loose wing stopped fanning and covered her like a louse sheet. "That feels heavenly," she said softly. 

Caressing her with his wing wasn't going to help in his argument so he quickly pulled it back. She turned in his arms to face him, reached up and gripped the wing to pull it in close again. She lazily stroked the edge. "So soft and warm," she whispered. "I can feel the sinew and bones just beneath the surface. It's like petting a kitten." 

"So manly being compared to a baby cat."

She laughed and kept stroking the wing.

"If you keep that up it's gonna go crimson."

"Then you'd be aroused," she said happily.

"Or angry," he added. After a couple of seconds of quiet, he said. "I can't go through life with these things on my back."

She didn't say anything and kept stroking the one wing.

"Will you like me less if they were gone?" he asked.

"Stupid head! I knew you before these grew in so don't even go there."

He smiled. His mind went to that first night six years ago with Joy, Ashley and Sarah. The edges of his wing grew pinker.

"Dirty bird," she said knowing exactly what he was thinking.

"See, I can't have a private thought with these ridiculous things. Its like having my dick hanging out all the time."

"I'm sorry," Joy said. "Roll over, I'll give you a back rub."

He rolled onto his belly, she straddled the back of his legs then gripped both wings at the thickest part were they joined his back and pulled at them.

"Ouch," he said.

"Too hard?" she asked.

"Pins and needles, the right wing was under me for a while." He shook it to get the blood flowing. 

Joy giggled. "They're amazing," she said. 

"They are useless," he said right back with an edge of annoyance.

Joy grunted a response. He was in that mood again, full of loathing for his strange appendages. She had heard this all before so barely listened as she massaged his wings and back. 

"I'm too heavy for them to be of any practical use. I can't fly or even glide. They are pointless! Totally fucking useless!"

"They're sexy as hell," Joy said. "Maybe that's the point of them."

It was Ethan's turn to grunt for he had heard all THIS before. 

"You put something out that is irresistible," Joy said. "Ashley says it some kind of super pheromone whatever. The wings produce it." She followed the base of his spine from his tailbone to between his shoulder blades then forked off to the top edges of his velvety furred wings.

"Maybe Ashley should bottle me and sell it at Nostrums."

She'd make a fucking mint," Joy said as she rolled the edges of one of the wings between her palms the way he liked it. "Even Ms. lesbian with a capital L, Sarah Logan, responds to you."

Ethan grunted. "It was just that one time six years ago. Nothing has happen since."

"Because you're nice," Joy said. "You don't impose on her. But I bet if she were stuck in an elevator with you, abd you vowed absolute secrecy she'd let you fuck her."

"Bring that up with Sarah why don't you," Ethan said with a chuckle.

"I like my teeth were they are," Joy said. She got in close and inhaled his sent.

"What do I smell like now?" he asked.

"A sexy male cologne, cigarettes and beer. The smells of a fun night clubbing with Alice."

"How is your best friend Alice?" Ethan asked.

"Don't know, Haven't much heard from her this year."

"I like her," Ethan said.

"You mean you wanna FUCK her," Joy said.

"Um ..."

"Don't deny it dude! Your wings are getting pink at the edges."

"Um ..."

She roughly rolled him over, pointed at his fresh twitching hardon and gave him a dubious look. "Like you said, it's like having your dick hanging out."

"Guilty." 

"Wanna do it?" she asked.

"Good god girl!" Ethan said.

"What can I say? You're a nymphomaniacs wet dream."

All serious, he said, "We promised Sarah and Kieth that you and I would discuss the tour and maybe come up with a new name the for the band."

"I like Angel's Nest," she said as she pushed him flat on his back, gripped his hardon and lowered herself onto him. She marveled at the way his pale wings spread out over most the king size hotel bed. 

Chapter Two Backstage

Byle, Ohio four months later. 

Up on the stage, the band Jesus Weeps finished their final set.

"Get them off the fucking stage," Lisa said to Jenna the stage manager of the Byle City College theater. Lisa Rider and Jenna Goldsmith were connected by headset. Jenna was backstage and Lisa in the control booth. 

"Who's up next?" Jenna asked. 

Lisa moaned. "Angel's Nest. Looks like another fucking Christian rock group."

Jenna rolled her eyes. This would be the third Christian rock band in a row. The previous Christian group sucked. The one now leaving the stage was marginally better due to their strong female singer, but in general, they sucked too. 

"Angel's Nest!" Jenna yelled. "You're up!" 

"Hope they're better than the loser's leaving the stage," Lisa said not hiding her contempt for the exiting band.

"Their female vocalist was really good." 

"Yeah," Lisa said, "but the rest of the band sucked the hind tit."

"The what?" Jenna asked.

"Farm expression. You wouldn't understand. I think that Christians should leave rock and roll to us sinners."

"Everyone has the right to expression," Jenna said.

"Three shitty Christian rock groups in a row? Give me a break!"

"We don't know if—" Jenna looked at her clipboard for the name again, "Angel's Nest is gonna be bad too."

"We should screen them next year. Limit there number. Hey, maybe we could ban Christian bands from the festival all together?"

"They're like any other rock band," Jenna said. "Just because you don't agree with their message doesn't make them less worthy."

"Oh, I got the message alright. Misogyny, homophobia, intolerance." 

"All voices heard," Jenna said flatly. 

"Yeah, the Byle Rock Festival's fucking motto," Lisa said. "Sometimes I crave censorship and unequal treatment." 

Jenna laughed. "You would be the FIRST to defend Jesus Weeps if anyone dared to silence them."

"Free speech is one thing ... shitty rock music is another."

"You have to admit, the name Jesus Weeps is kinda cool," Jenna said.

"I would have used Jesus Wept. Sounds catchier."

"I think there is a band called Jesus Wept already," Jenna said.

"Whatever," Lisa said. "Anyway, Jesus Weeps is still too cool a name for those losers. The Name would fit an all girl punk band better if you asked me."

Jenna laughed. "Dumb ass. I'll go check the mikes."

"All the christian bands have been white pasty people," Lisa said, "They NEED some black folk like you and me to add some soul."

"You can't dance and I can't sing for shit," Jenna said.

"I can dance."

"What you call dancing will get you a palsy drug prescription." 

The band members of Jesus Weeps walked passed Jenna. "Excuse me," Jenna said to get their attention but they ignored her.

"We rocked this house!" one of them said.

"Heard that," Lisa said to Jenna on the headset.

"The battle trophy is ours!" another said.

"No fucking way you dumb honky cracker," Lisa said.

"Stop it," Jenna said trying not to laugh. "And who says honky or cracker nowadays?" 

"We are not here for our own glory," the lead band member of Jesus Weeps said. "We are here to spread the word of Jesus. Let us pray for his blessing."

"Before you do that," Jenna said politely, "could you please remove your signs from the stage so that the next act can set up?" Ignoring her, the six member band, five guys and one girl, formed a circle and dropped to one knee. "Or not ..." Jenna said annoyed and exasperated.

"Fucking pricks," Lisa said in her ear.

The six members of the band bent their heads and closed their eyes. The smell of a men's cologne whiffed Jenna's way then a weird tingling crawled up her spine and she went all goosebumps. The odd smell of grilled steaks followed. She looked around for the source of the food smell. No food was allowed backstage. The female member of Jesus Weeps jerked her head up from her prayer. The girl looked around in confusion then she locked eyes with Jenna and wouldn't look away. 

What's up with her? Jenna wondered. Perplexed by her strange feelings and the girl's unflinching gaze, Jenna whispered to Lisa, "The chick from Jesus Weeps is staring at me."

"Maybe she likes black girl," Lisa joked.




Rock and Roll Angel Pt. 02



"More like she's never SEEN a black girl before," Jenna said.

"Could be," Lisa said. "How many black people do they have in our this tiny hick town?"

"Since you moved in? Six counting both our families," Jenna joked. The girl stopped looking at Jenna and went back to praying. The weird tingling and goosebumps subsided. "Next time I do the booth and YOU get to deal with the local fauna," Jenna said. 

"You wouldn't know a dimmer from a gobo," Lisa said. 

"A what from a what? Jenna asked as she stepped onto the stage to round up the mikes. 

"My point exactly," Lisa said.

Jenna knew what a gobo was, she was playing along. "Dumb ass. How many mikes does the next band need?"

"Four according to my notes," Lisa said. " I see why that white girl was giving you the eye. You look down right eatable tonight in those tight jeans."

"Keep the latent lesbian comments to yourself," Jenna said.

"How do you keep your hair so straight?"

"My quarter Lebanese I guess," Jenna said.

"I'm constantly fighting my fucking fro."

"I like your hair," Jenna said. "Because of my straight hair, everyone accesses me of trying to look white." 

"Do the Cher Bono thing!"

"God, you are such a fucking idiot!" Jenna said with a sigh. She put her hands on her hips turned facing forward, looked up at the booth and brushed her hair aside with a distinct rock of her head.

Lisa roared with laughter in Jenna's ear.

Chapter Three Angel With a Guitar 

As Jenna went back to placing the wireless mikes, members of Angel's Nest filtered onto the stage. Jenna frowned and said, "Lisa, you see the tall blond chick?"

"Yeah, she's a hottie."

"No fucking way is this a Christian rock band," Jenna said. "I know that chick. I went to high school with her. Back then she had a band called Bitter Byle, named after our charming little town."

"I know that band," Lisa said. "They were hot shit on the Ohio campus a couple of years ago."

"THAT is Sarah Logan," Jenna said, "and I remember her being a total lesbian."

"Maybe the born agains have gotten more liberal," Jenna said.

"Did you say that with a straight face," Jenna asked.

Sarah Logan wore a black t-shirt with a leather vest over the top. Below, she wore jeans faded by honest wear just tight enough for esthetic appeal and stuffed into cowboy boots. Around her hips was a studded belt with a silver and black buckle of a circle with a hand at the center. Her blond hair was long and spilled down her back. Her womanly figure would put a Victoria Secret's model to shame.

"That Logan is my kind of chick," Lisa said. "Tall, blond with mucho legs." 

"Honestly, Lisa," Jenna said, "declaring yourself a lesbian don't make you one until you sleep with a chick."

"What makes you think I've never slept with a woman?"

"If you HAD I'd be hearing about it in nauseating detail every other second." 

"Wow, check that one out," Lisa said.

An Asian woman walked onto the stag and was just as pleasing to look at. She was a half foot shorter than Logan with long black hair. She had a slim pleasing figure and wore a skin tight black top that accentuated her firm B-cup breasts. Bellow, she wore tattered black jeans that showed pale skin through strategic rips at her thighs just below her shapely ass. The jeans were tucked into high ankle leather boots.

A guy, a little on the chubby side with an oddly conservative haircut walked on stage and sat at the generic drum set. For speed's sake, all the bands had agreed to use the same drums. Some had complained but everyone made the adjustment. Jenna knew the drummer. It was Keith Haverdink. She went to high school with him too and they dated for a couple of months in her senior year. Come summer it ended between them. He went off to play with the band and she went off to Ohio State. 

"Hey Kieth," she said.

Keith looked up, smiled, walked her way and gave her a friendly hug. 

"How you been?" she asked.

"Okay," Kieth said pulling back. "Work for the justice department now."

Jenna laughed. "Explains the boring haircut. Does the justice department know that you have the words -legalize grass— tattooed on your left butt cheek?"

"I've managed to keep the tattoo a secret," he said with a mischievous smile. Boring haircut and little bit of extra weight aside, Jenna still found him appealing. Mostly it was that smile. That smile of his had lead to some serious heavy petting back in high school. He wore a wedding band so quickly filed that thought away. "Who did you marry?" Jenna asked.

"Dorthy our keyboardist," he said, "Two years ago." 

On cue, Dorthy Rose, now Haverdink walked on stage to set up her keyboards. She had blond hair cut short and butch. She wore tight jeans and a blouse that allowed for maximum cleavage. The woman had a lusty German barmaid's figure. 

Jenna smiled. "So you finally caught her. Thought she only dated biker types?"

Keith smiled. "I own a Harley now."

Jenna laughed and gave him a thumbs up. 

A petite Asian girl shouldering a roll of wire walked on stage and helped Dorthy set up her two keyboards. The Asian girl looked very young. If the chick was more than twenty one, she probably got carded all the time.

"You still got that hot blond guy who played lead guitar?" Jenna asked.

"Ethan," Kieth said. "Yeah, he's here. He's a little crowd shy lately, going through some things. He'll come out when the show starts."

"Sounds like the band's still together," Jenna said. "Why the name change?"

"A couple of years back we had our farewell concert. We all agreed that Bitter Byle should be laid to rest. We do original stuff now."

The members of Jesus Weeps were done with their prayer and the lead member headed Jenna's way. "Jesus loves you sister," he said to Jenna.

"Um, thank you," she said. "You should take your signs down for the next band."

"I was hoping I could leave them up," the guy said. "if it's okay with the next band." The guy looked at Keith Haverdink the drummer.

Kieth turned and looked at the banner behind the stage. TRUE LOVE IS BETWEEN A MAN AND A WOMAN ONLY, screamed in ten inch tall black letters on a yellow background. Keith looked back at the guy, gave him a smile and said, "Go ask Sarah, she's the leader of the band." Kieth pointed at Sarah Logan. 

The guy nodded and headed toward Sarah who stood just off stage talking to the two Asian girls.

"Sarah is a lesbian right?" Jenna asked in a whisper.

"Oh yeah," Keith said with a big smile. "And with her is Ashley Grant, the taller Asian chick. They just got engaged."

"Uh, oh," Jenna said. The house lights dimmed to half quieting the murmuring crowd. "Lisa? What are you doing?" Jenna asked.

"I heard it all," Lisa said in her ear. "I hear how this plays out."

"Gotta learn to turn my mike off," Jenna grumbled.

Jenna, Keith, Lisa in the booth, and probably most the audience, watched the Jesus Weeps guy talk to Sarah Logan, the two Asian girls stood close by listening too. Jenna cringed anticipating Sarah's response. Back in high school, Logan had punched out her share of homophobes. Back then, people quickly learned NOT to mess with Sarah Logan.

"Leave up the signs?" Sarah asked loud enough for everyone to hear. "Let's go check them out Ashley." Sarah, Ashley and the Jesus guy walked out to the stage apron, the shorter Asian girl followed. They looked at the big yellow banner. Ashley pointed to a smaller sign stage left that said, SAME SEX MAY FEEL GOOD BUT IT'S WRONG. The smaller Asian girl pointed at another on stage right. MARRIAGE IS SACRED GIVEN TO MEN AND WOMEN BY GOD.

"Okay, leave them up," Sarah said with an agreeable node. Jenna, Keith, Ashley and smaller Asian girl stared at Sarah slacked jawed.

"Not what I expected," Lisa said in Jenna's ear.

The Jesus guy gave two thumbs up, and said, "Praise Jesus!"

Sarah took her fiance Ashley into her arms and pulled her in for a deep soulful kiss.

Quick on her feet up in the booth, Lisa put a spot light on the kissing couple, dimmed the stage lights but left a glow on the yellow banner so all could still see TRUE LOVE IS BETWEEN A MAN AND A WOMAN ONLY.

The audience broke into whoops and cheers. Soon, the whole place was filled with thundering applause. Sarah and Ashley kept kissing as the Jesus Weeps band members hastily took down the signs and banner. 

"Check out You Tube tonight," Kieth said to the departing band. Kieth, along with perhaps dozens of others in the crowd, recorded the moment on cell phones.

Holding back a smile, Jenna said into her headset, "Cut the crap Lisa, let's get this show rolling."

The women on the stage ended their kiss and the band get back to setting up minus the contentious signs. 

At one point, Ashley Grant, the taller of the Asian women and Sarah's fiance, went to the the members of Jesus Weeps gathered backstage with the other bands to wait the end of the show. Anticipating a confrontation that she might have to quell, Jenna slipped closer to listen and this time, she made sure that her mike was off to keep Lisa out of the loop. 

Ashley addressed the lone female in the group, a pretty shapely brunette with freckles and unusually large eyes a la Christina Ricci. "You have a terrific voice. We're looking for a backup singer for our coming tour." She handed the girl a card.

"You will not corrupt this child!" her band leader said snatching the card from Ashley and tossed it to the ground.

To Jenna's relief, Ashley shrugged and went back on stage. Jenna was the only one who noticed the Jesus Weeps girl pick up the card when her band mates weren't looking. Music started up on stage. Jenna shifted her attention back to her job and clicked her mike back on.

"House lights down," Jenna said. 

"It's MY show now!" Lisa yelled to be heard over the music.

Jenna yelled back, "Do your lighting thang!"

And Lisa did. She brilliantly set the mood for the hard rock sound that filled the old Byle Theater. The audience cheered and yelled, probably thankful for the merciful end of the Christian rockers. Jenna realized that the band was still short the lead guitar player. She saw the small Asian girl, bouncing with excitement nearby holding a guitar cable in her hands. Jenna went up to the girl and and yelled, "Where is the lead guitar?"

"Behind you!" the Asian girl yelled over the music.

Jenna turned and there he was. "What the fuck?" she whispered when she saw that the guy had, of all things, wings.

He pushed passed her in the cramped space between the curtain legs and his costume wings brushed her face. The manly cologne she smelled earlier returned this time mixed with the smell of red wine. The Asian girl handed the guy the cord for his guitar, he plugged himself in and walked out on stage. Along with his wings, he wore a modified red leather vest and faded 501 Lees. The vest hung open putting his nicely muscled chest on display. The guy's skin was pale and his weird wings matched his light completion. Lisa took advantage of the unexpected and washed the stage with blue light giving Ethan Grant and his wings an eerie angelic look. 

"Fucking far out!" Lisa yelled in the headset. "THAT is one hell of a costume!" 

The crowed agreed with her as the building swelled with screams and applause. 

"Um ... yeah," Jenna said still reeling from her odd close encounter with the guy. Jenna moved closer to the stage to watched the strangely garbed guitar player. The smell of clean bed sheets and fresh basil came her way then was gone just like that. She wasn't the only one on her side watching Ethan Grant do his thing, the female singer from Jesus Weeps was there too.

On stage, the band was halfway through Rod Steward's Maggie May. Ashley Grant, the taller Asian woman, sung lead. It didn't seem to matter at all that she was a chick singing about forbidden love with an older woman. 

"What's your name?" Someone yelled at Jenna. She turned to see the little Asian chick standing close by.

"Jenna!"

"I'm Joy," the girl said and held her hand out. Jenna shook it.

"That costume is very ... convincing," Jenna said.

"You mean sexy as hell!" Joy corrected.

"That too," Jenna said. "But why? Doesn't seem to fit the kind of rock you're playing."

Joy shrugged. "Something Ethan's going through."

"He's an angel," the Jesus Weeps girl said jumping in the conversation.

"What's your name big eyes?" Joy asked the girl.

"Kat with a K."

"Well Kat with a K," Joy yelled. "Ethan, the dude with the wings, is real impressed with you. If you can find the balls to dump the holy rollers, you might just find a spot in Angel's Nest."

The main guy from Jesus Weeps was suddenly among the woman. "Katrina? Why are you talking to these people?" he yelled over the music.

"Just checking out the guy with the wings, Allan," Kat said. Allen grabbed her by the hand and dragged her away.

After Maggie May, Angel's Nest went into Otis Redding's Hard to Handle, followed by Guess Who's 'American Woman. After that they did two Beatles classics 'Helter Skelter' and 'Revolution.' They slowed it down with Roberta Flack's 'First Time Ever I Saw Your Face.' Ashley Grant sung the song with so much heart, Jenna heard Lisa sniffing on the head set. 

"She's breaking my heart," Lisa said. It took a lot make Lisa all gooey. Jenna was a little choked up herself. 

Through the whole song, Jenna's eyes were glued on Ethan as he playing his guitar barely ten feet away from her. One would think being so close, the illusion of the wings would be broken, but she saw no obvious seams or wires. The wings seemed like a real part of him. They moved as he played: flexing, folding, dropping, raising, spreading and widening.

"Those wings are unreal," Lisa said. "What do they look like from down their?"

"Amazing," Jenna said.

"Is it covered with feathers?" Lisa asked.

"No, looks more like fur on a short hair animal," Jenna said.

After Roberta Flack, Ethan approached one of the mikes. His wings folded behind him and he said almost shyly to the crowd, "Hey."

The crowd exploded into applause. His wings opened up high and wide as though responding to the clapping and cheering. The clapping doubled, maybe even tripled. Lisa yelled something in Jenna's ear but she couldn't understand a thing because of all the noise. A long time later, when the crowd settled down Ethan said in the mike, "I wanna sing you all a song close to my heart 'Wind Beneath My wings,' by Silbar and Henley." He strummed a few cords on his electric guitar, stopped then said, "Just fucking with you."

The crowd laughed. 

"I'd like to share with you a song I wrote based on a Sci-fi story I read. It's about a spaceship that disappears through a wormhole. The spaceship is a luxury liner named Reagan's Heart. There were thousands of people aboard. None heard from again. It's like the Flying Dutchmen and the Titanic all rolled into one tragedy. The title of the song is 'Famine of the Heart.' Hope you like it."

The Guitar started in, the keyboards followed, then the base guitar and drums. Ethan sang in a soft rough voice. The guy was no singer but he could hold a tune and he sung with all his soul.

My heart is hungry for word of you.

My soul starves for a clue. Where are you?

End this famine of the Heart.

I saw a falling star.

And wish for a nourishing sign. 

But my hunger is vast.

Mere needles of light will not sustain.

Did she go where life is foreign? A place where darkness is favored and silence devours reason? 

The Reagan's Heart cast from time, space ... and life. 

End this famine of the heart.

Did the end come quickly in a fiery ball?

Is she still there, somehow, somewhere, some when?

Existing ... not existing ... for all eternity?

End this famine of the heart.

End MY famine of the heart. 

The song ended and the place was stone silent. Jenna cringed for she had seen this happen way too often in the past. Most rock crowds enjoyed hearing familiar old stuff but had little patients for anything new. Then the clapping started and quickly got louder, bigger, monstrous. Jenna joined the clapping and cheering and found herself crying again.

Through the din, Ethan yelled into his mike, "Enough of this depressing shit!"

The band started in on George Thorogood's 'Bad to the Bone' with Sarah Logan singing lead. It was their last song and they brought down the house. When the judges started in on who had won the battle of the bands, the audience started chanting ANGEL'S NEST! ANGEL'S NEST! ANGEL'S NEST! ANGEL'S NEST! The judges threw their hands in the air and declared Angel's Nest the winner. The band stepped on stage to accept their prize. Ethan spread his amazing wings as he held the trophy up high. They played an encore set starting with the Stones and ending with Van Halen. 

Chapter Four Party With the Band

"Is this the place?" Lisa asked from behind the wheel of her beat up gold Land Rover.

"Yeah, that's the right street number." Jenna said. 

"Not what I expected," Lisa said looking at the upper middle class two story structure in a boring white bread neighborhood.

"Yeah," Jenna agreed. "You would think that a band like Angel's Nest would throw a victory party at a log cabin on Lake Oliver or somethin'."

"Don't knock it," Lisa said, "Some of my best parties have been up at Lake Oliver."

"What you call a party, the rest of us call a police raid," Jenna said.

Lisa laughed as they got out of the Rover and walked up the flower strewn walkway to the front door. "I think the fucking Brady Bunch lives here," Lisa said as Jenna hit the doorbell.

A few seconds later, the door opened and the tiny Asian girl named Joy greeted them. She wore silky white gym shorts and a black t-shirt. Her figure was slight with well defined muscle tone of a person who used their gym membership regularly. She barely had any breasts to speak of yet the girl gave off an irresistible sexy aura. 

"You came," Joy said sounding truly happy.

"This is Lisa," Jenna said. "She was in the booth. She did all the cool lighting."

"I'm Joy roadie extraordinaire. Come in."

Before the women could step in, a black shape darted past their feet.

"How the hell do you get out on your own?" Joy said to a sleek black cat rubbing against her legs. "This cat is Temporary," Joy said as she bent to pet the animal.

"Pet sitting?" Jenna asked.

"No, the cat's name IS Temporary," Joy said. "It showed up a month ago and Kieth has been threatening to take it to the pound." In a mocking deep male voice, Joy said, "That cat is just temporary, don't get to know it." Joy laughed. "Kieth's been saying that all month long. The name Temporary kinda stuck." The cat arched its back as Joy stroked it. "You're a pretty boy," Joy said. The cat seemed to agree then it tore off deeper into the house. 

"Nice place," Jenna said.

"Guess its okay if white middle class splendor doesn't make you barf," Joy said leading them across a spacious living room to sliding glass doors that led out to a swimming pool and pool deck.

"Swimming pool, cool," Jenna said.

"Sorry, should have told you to bring a suit," Joy said. 

"Jacuzzi too," Lisa observed. 

"All the amenities," Joy said. "Most the people staying here are chicks with real figures, unlike me. Someone can spare some suits if you guys wanna swim."

"You have a nice figure," Jenna said.

""Thank you for being kind," Joy said.

"I like your muscle tone," Lisa said.

"Girls with nice shapes like you two AWAYS sat that."

Lisa and Jenna laughed. It was clear that Joy knew that she was on the sexy side of petite. 

The party was on the pool deck. Kieth stood at a smoking grill cooking thin strips of meat on skewers. He wore black surfer jams and a green Nirvana t-shirt. A table with bottles of wine, vodka and whiskey stood nearby, a chest stuffed with iced Coronas rested on the deck not far from grill. Kieth held a near empty Corona in one hand as he turned grilling meat with metal thongs. Temporary, the black cat, sat on a deck chair nearby licking his chops watching the man cook. 




Rock and Roll Angel Pt. 02



"You're just temporary, cat so don't get comfortable, off the chair," Kieth said to the creature. The cat didn't move and Kieth tossed it a morsel of cooked meat. Of the two, it was clear who was in charge.

"That's right, don't let that cat feel at home," Joy said.

"That smells heavenly," Jenna said to Kieth.

"Grilled teriyaki beef," Kieth said. "Ashley's favorite."

"We went Hawaii local on the spread," Joy said. She led them to a table decked with a variety of sushi, sweet Korean ribs, an assortment of pickled things, steamed rice and other goodies.

"Ashley and I are from Hawaii," Joy said. "I'll go find Ash and Sarah."

"They're making out in the upstairs shower," Dorthy the keyboardist said. The shapely blond woman, dressed in cutoffs and a Rolling Stones t-shirt stepped through the sliding glass doors carrying a cake. "Chocolate cheese cake from Dick's," she said as she put the cake down. She went to the cat and picked it up. "Hello Temp, how is our little freeloader. You want some lovin'?" Jenna could hear the cat purring up a storm from where she stood.

"You two are such softies," Joy said. 

"It's going to the pond tomorrow," Keith said. "And you would think that once Ashley and Sarah got engaged they would lose interest and stop showering together." 

Dorothy put the cat down and dope slapped her husband. 

Unfazed by his wife's abuse, Kieth handed Lisa and Jenna each a crispy hot skewer of meat.

"This is fantastic," Jenna said as she chewed a bite.

"Maui recipe according to Ashley," Kieth said. "Don't be shy, dig in."

Jenna and Lisa usually hit the local burger joints after a show but the break down at the theater took longer than they had expected. Near the end, Kieth had given them the invitation to the party. Neither woman had had had anything to eat since four and it was now after midnight. Fortified with full plates and Coronas, Lisa and Jenna sat on deckchairs to eat. Temporary the cat sat near Jenna stared at her with unblinking eyes that appeared weirdly purple in the poolside lights.

"Looks like you have a new boyfriend," Lisa said. 

Shrill screams came from inside the house.

"Looks like Joy let Ash and Sarah know that the guests are here," Kieth said.

"Is Ethan here?" Jenna asked. She did her best to sound casual but he was the main reason she had accepted the invitation. At the end of the show, Ethan had quickly exited the stage brushing pass Jenna. She had expected him to smell sweaty after his vigorous performance but weirdly, he Hadn't. What she did smell was improbable and perplexing, pine trees and clove cigarette, smells that Jenna found sexual due to a wild make up session with Kieth Haverdink at Lake Oliver back in the day. She went out of her way not to look at Kieth of his new wife. 

"Yeah, he's in his room," Kieth said.

"He lives here?" Lisa asked. 

"Sort of, he's kind of a stray like Temporary," Keith said. 

"Bullshit. He lives here," Dorthy said sitting next to Jenna and Lisa with a full plate and a beer. Kieth, finished with the grilling, went to fill a plate of his own to join them.

"This is our place," Kieth said. "Two years ago, Ethan's parents put the place up for sale, Dorthy and I liked the price so we brought it. Ethan's folks moved to Hawaii."

"He came with the house?" Lisa asked.

"Ethan had moved out long before the sale," Dorthy said. "He lived across town for years at the Mountain pine Apartments."

"That place is a dump," Lisa said.

"I agree," Dorothy said. "Kieth and I told him to dump his shitty old rental and move in with us."

"Thought it would do him some good," Kieth said. "He's been having a rough time lately ... going through a thing ... you know, a phase."

Dorthy nudged her husband and gave him a look. Apparently he was running off at the mouth. He cleared his throat and said, "I need a beer," and slipped off to got one from the cooler near the grill. 

"Those wings looked amazing from up in the booth," Lisa said.

"Even up close they were amazing," Jenna said. "What are they made of?"

"Sorry, that's a company secret," Dorthy said.

"As cool as they are," Lisa said, "and I get the name of the band and but why the wings?"

"Yeah," Jenna said. "You guys are a great band with a great sound. That original song rocked. You don't need gimmicky costumes."

"I agree," Sarah Logan said suddenly among them, Ashley and Joy were with her too. Sarah wore jeans and an orange, white and brown football jersey with the number ten up front and the name Kosar on the back. Ashley wore snug white slacks and a clinging pink shirt. Ashley had one of those slim yet improbably curvy figures. Jenna thought her quite attractive. If Ashley decided to become a model, the chick would get work easy. 

"Ethan is a founding member," Ashley said. "He does as he pleases. If he wants wings so be it." Ashley went to the food table and started filling a plate. 

"Is this part of his phase thing?" Lisa asked.

Ashley head snapped around and she gave Dorthy and Kieth a stern look. Dorthy pointed a finger at Kieth.

Jenna leaned in and whispered to Lisa, "Stop being rude."

Sarah grabbed a plate and said, "Our lead guitar has wings. That's fucking weird. Let her ask all the questions she wants."

"Ashley and Ethan are cousins," Joy said. "She's kinda protective of him no matter HOW crazy he gets." Joy reached for a plate."

"Put down the plate Joy," Ashley said sounding mad. 

Joy raised an eyebrow as she put her plate down.

"We need to talk," Ashley said in a cool tone. She took Joy's arm and walked her away from the food table.

An awkward chill descended. Jenna and Lisa gave each other guilty looks sensing that their questions about Ethan was responsible for the tension.

Ashley put a hand on Joy's shoulder, gave her a crossed look then violently shoved her into the pool. "That's for freaking me out in the shower twerp!" Ashley said.

"You asshole!" Joy yelled when she surfaced.

Ashley went to the food table to filled a plate for herself.

Kieth fetched Joy a towel from a stack of them near the sliding door chortling all the while. He tossed it to her when she pulled herself out of the pool.

"Payback's a bitch," Joy said as she dried herself.

"You think the other one's coming?" Ashley asked Sarah ignoring Joy's threat.

"Let's not wait," Sarah said. She looked at Jenna and then Lisa. "We wanna offer you two summer job."

"Ashley hinted at that when she invited us but we have jobs we like," Lisa said.

"Yeah," Jenna said, "we're doing summer repertory at the junior college."

"We do it every year," Lisa said.

"What's the pay?" Sarah asked as she bit into some sushi, "five hundred a week?"

"Less," Lisa said.

"It's not about the money," Jenna said. "We do it for the experience."

"And the parties," Lisa added. "Nobody parties like theater people."

"We'll pay you each five thousand a month for June, July and August," Sarah said flatly.

Jenna and Lisa stared at Sarah slacked jawed.

"We need good roadies," Sarah said.

"Yeah," Ashley said. "Skinny twerp Joy here just ain't cutting it."

Joy gave Ashley the finger as she worked on filling a plate of food. 

"The technical director at the collage says you two are the best," Sarah said. "and so does Kieth and Dorothy."

"I'm flattered," Jenna said. "But for half the money you can get some REAL roadies with REAL experience."

"We want discretion," Ashley said. "I think the two of you will fit in our little family nicely." 

"When do we start?" Lisa asked. Jenna gave Lisa a look. Lisa looked back and said, "So you DON'T want fifteen thousand dollars?"

"What do we know about being rock and roll roadies?" Jenna asked Lisa.

"If it's technical, I got it," Lisa said. "Sound and lighting is in my blood."

"I hear that you are the most organized stage manager around," Ashley said.

"But we agreed to work for Mr. Decker," Jenna said. "I don't wanna let him down."

"All expenses are covered," Sarah said. "Food, hotels, booze, illicit drugs, man whores if that's your preference."

"We rockers party harder than you theater folk," Kieth said.

"And since we're mostly hot chicks," Dorothy said, "we get some decent looking male groupies." 

"Come on Jenna," Lisa said. "sounds like fun."

After pondering for a few seconds, Jenna said, "Guess Mr. Decker can get along without us this summer."

Dorthy raised her beer. "Welcome aboard!"

"What were you saying about discretion before?" Jenna asked since discretion and Lisa hardly ever intersected. 

Before anyone could answer Jenna's question, the door bell rang. 

"That must be the other chick," Ashley said as she got up and left the pool deck to answer the front door.

"This is great sushi," Lisa said.

"Not bad for a shitty little town in Ohio," Joy said. Being shoved in the pool hadn't dampen her sense of humor as she sipped a beer on a deckchair, her wet hair hung limp to her shoulders. Lisa's eyes kept flickering up and down the wet Asian girl's length. Lisa had confessed at being Bi-curious at the beginning of the semester. Jenna only half believed she meant it. She stabbed Lisa in the ribs to stop her from ogling the wet girl. 

"What?" Lisa asked irritated at the stab.

"We just got the job. Hold back on your craziness for a little while."

"Yes, Reverend Mother," Lisa said with a crooked smile.

"This is Katrina House, everybody," Ashley said back on the pool deck with a nervous brunet in tow.

"It's that chick from Jesus Weeps," Lisa said as her expression darkened. After the battle of the bands, Lisa had had a heated verbal back and forth with the leader of Jesus Weeps about their anti gay and lesbian stance. It ended with the band leader saying he would pray for Lisa. Lisa said she would pray for him too specifically for his dick to rot and fall off.

"My friends call me Kat," Katrina said shyly. She had unusually large eyes. Those big eyes locked on Jenna. "You are that nice negro girl from the theater," she said.

"Did you just say NEGRO?" Lisa said.

"Back down, Lisa," Jenna said, although she was shocked at the word negro too.

Lisa got in the girls face. Kat backed up several steps, her big eyes wide with fear. "We are BLACK you backwater redneck hick!" Lisa said.

Ashley slip in between Kat and Lisa.

"Down a notch," Ashley said.

"I didn't mean to offend," Kat said softly. "I better go."

"Stay," Ashley said gently.

"Sit Lisa," Jenna insisted pulling at Lisa's arm. Lisa did but she wouldn't take her eyes off of Kat drilling the poor girl with open hostility.

"How old are you and where you from?" Sarah asked Kat as she vacated her chair to allow the girl to sit.

"I'm nineteen as of last week. I'm from Tennessee but my my family moved to Balenger, Wisconsin years ago. My father is a Christian minister and teaches at Balenger University."

"What does he teach?" Lisa asked. "Ethnic Studies? Racial diversity?"

"Computer technology," Kat said. "I'm sorry. In my tiny town in Tennessee, we always called black people negro."

"And the other 'N' word I'm sure," Lisa said.

Kat blushed and dropped her eyes.

"You know why we asked you here?" Sarah asked.

"Ashley, that nice Oriental girl—" Kat stopped mid sentence and looked up to see if she had racially stepped in it again. She had.

"Asian would be better," Joy said holding back a smile, clearly amused by the poor girls awkwardness. 

Kat gave a weak smile and continued, "Ashley said you were looking for a backup singer for the summer."

"You said you would talk to your band leader," Ashley said. "Did you?"

"I would like the job," Kat said softly. She looked up with her huge eyes and said, "Are you really gonna pay me twenty thousand dollars to sing for you?"

"Usually, financial agreements are kept confidential," Ashley said.

"Sorry," Kat said, blushing some more.

"Is that more then Jesus Weeps is paying you?" Joy asked with half a smile.

"I don't get paid at all," Kat said seriously.

"Now that's truly a sin," Sarah said. 

"I'm surprised that your band leader let you do this," Ashley said.

Kat dropped her eyes.

"You walked on them didn't you," Jenna said.

"I left a note," Kat said not meeting anyone's eyes.

"You hungry kid?" Dorthy asked. 

Kat nodded

"I'll fix you up," Kieth said.

"Let's get the paper work out of the way," Sarah said.

Ashley handed out contracts for Jenna, Lisa and Kat to read and sign. 

After that everyone relaxed to eat and drink. Kat ate like a truck driver putting away enough food for three. "Praise Jesus! This is really good," she said to Dorothy as she worked on a teriyaki chicken breast. 

Dorothy pointed at her husband giving him full credit for the meal. Kieth nodded at the compliment and watched wide eyed as Kat moved on to the Korean ribs, then the sushi, then the smoked papio, a local favorite of Ashley's. The girl didn't let up and rushed head on into desert, where she ate several Japanese sweet bean filled mochi rice cakes and wolfed down a wedge of pineapple upside down cake.

"Not only didn't they pay her at Jesus Weeps," Sarah said, "apparently they didn't feed her either." 

"I've always had a big appetite," Kat said, clearly embarrassed from the attention her eating was getting.

"Can you sing after eating like that?" Ashley asked.

Kat nodded as she made a show of sipping daintily at her glass of iced tea.

"Good," Ashley said. "I heard you do acapella warm up back stage. Give us some of that."

Kat put her ice tea down and stood up. All eyes were on her yet, for the first time, she showed no sign of nervousness. Apparently, singing in front of a crowd was the one thing in her life she did with confidence. With her eyes closed, Kat belted 'Redemption' by Skin. The song took Jenna by surprise for Skin was a great UK hard rock band but hardly know here in the States. She had expected the girl to do some gospel song or something like that. 

"She can sing. I'll give her that," Lisa whispered to Jenna.

Jenna nodded. Kat's powerful voice created goose bumps up and down her spine. Amazingly, Jenna found herself near tears of emotion brought on by the shear power of the girl's voice. The song ended and Kat opened her eyes so huge and wide that she looked like a character from a Japanese animation feature. 

Kat gasped then whispered, "My Lord Jesus." Clearly something had startled her. Everyone turned in the direction of the house to see what it was.

Standing at the open sliding doors to the pool deck stood Ethan Grant, bare chested, in gray cargo shorts and wearing his costume wings.

Chapter Five The Real Deal

"The guy's whacked," Lisa whispered to Jenna.

Jenna agree but MAN did he look good! The wings were a warm white, almost pink and a bit translucent. He had pleasing athletic muscle tone without being too angular. His pale creamy white skin seemed almost luminescent ... like his weird wings. 

"Ethan," Ashley said sounding surprised, "you said we'd do this part at another time ... you know ... after we got to know the new girls?"

"I heard some bad ass singing," Ethan said. "I wanted to meet the singer."

"Ethan," Sarah said, "this is Kat, she did the singing. This is Jenna and Lisa the new tech staff."

Hello, Kat," Ethan said. "I love your voice." He looked at Jenna and Lisa. "Which of you did the lighting?"

"Me," Lisa said.

"It was like you were reading my mind back at the theater ... awesome job."

"Are your wings real?" Kat asked clearly dumbstruck.

"Of course they're not dumb ass," Lisa said. 

"Guess it's time to talk about discretion," Ashley said.

"He's fucking nuts," Lisa whispered to Jenna. "Knew it."

Jenna nodded. Ethan was clearly a little kooky if he needed to ware the wings all the time but she could deal with that. As a theater major, crazy was the normal.

"Come here, Lisa," Ashley said.

The petite black girl stood up and stood next to Ashley. Ashley was five-five, Lisa an even five. 

"Give us the full eagle," Ashley said to Ethan.

Miraculously, Ethan's wings lifted up high and then spread out to an impressive span of ten feet, maybe more. Light came through the wings exhibiting how thin they were. She could see the under wiring that formed the costume's support like delicate bones. The wings were a cross between bird and bat wings in Jenna's eyes. 

"On my," Kat whispered.

It was an impressive display, Jenna thought. She looked around to see if anyone held a remote control to make the wings do their thing. She didn't see anything obvious.

"Touch," Ashley said to Lisa.

Lisa shrugged and touched Ethan's left wing. She frowned and burrowed both her hands between the wing and his back then she abruptly stepped back.

"They're fucking real!" she said.

"Stop messing around," Jenna said with a roll of her eyes. She step forward and touched exactly where Lisa had. She felt a smooth slightly furry tendon or something like that extending from his back to the wing. Jenna too stepped back quickly. 

"Is this some kind of new surgical body art thing?" Lisa asked. "I saw it on an HBO special last year. 

"No," Ethan said softly. His wings folded in, dropped and relaxed. 

"Can't be that," Jenna said. "They move too good for something like that.

"Is he some kind of mutant freak?" Lisa asked.

"Lisa!" Jenna said annoyed at her friend's bluntness. "The dude is standing right there!" 

"Ashley can best answer to that," Ethan said. 

"Maybe," Ashley said. "But really, we don't know."

"We seen our share of doctors," Ethan said. "No one can give us a good answer.

"I knew you back in high school," Jenna said to Ethan. "You didn't have these then."

"Nope," Ethan said. "Resent development."

"So just like that?" Lisa said in a skeptical tone, "you grow a pair of fucking wings?"

"Over five years," Ethan said. "They're still coming in." His wings flexed minutely. 

"May I ..." Kat asked shyly. Everyone looked at her and she blushed. "May I touch them?"

"Sure," Ethan said.

Kat reached up and brushed along the edge of one wing. She flattened her hand and brushed it along the inner side of one wing until she came to his back. Impulsively, Kat brushed her face against the wing and giggled. Both wings glowed mauve on the edges. "You smell nice," Kat said. 

"Careful, Kat," Joy said.

"Does it hurt to be touched?" Kat asked pulling her face away but still stroking one wing with her hands.

"Not at all," Ethan said.

Clearly unable to control herself, Kat resumed brushing her face against one wing. 

Ashley cleared her throat and said, "Touching his wing is stimulating for him."

"What do you mean?" Kat asked. 

"It's like stroking his dick," Joy clarified.

"Oh ..." Kat said absently. Then she realized she was still rubbing her face against the wing and backed up quickly. Her face turned deep red. "I am so sorry," she said clearly distressed.

Jenna saw that Ethan's crotch area had tightened concealable. Kat took note of that too and blushed even redder.

"We have a lot to talk about," Ashley said.

"If you don't mind," Kieth said, "I've heard this part already and I have to catch a plain to Philly. Unlike the rest of you rock n rollers, I have a REAL job."

"I'm going with him," Dorthy said. She looked at Sarah and said sternly, "Don't you fucking wreck my house."

"Can't make any promises," Sarah said.

"The bags are in the hall," Dorthy said to her husband. "Don't forget your Kindle."

"Welcome aboard," Kieth said giving each of the new girls a warm handshake.

Dorthy did the same, then she gave Sarah, Ashley and Joy a stern look and repeated, "Don't you fucking wreck my house." On that ominous note, Kieth and Dorthy left.

"It's been a long day," Ethan said. "I'm gonna crash."

"Ash and I need to talk to you about something first," Sarah said to Ethan.




Rock and Roll Angel Pt. 02



Ethan looked irritated but he nodded. 

"We'll do it up stairs," Ashley said. "You too Joy." Ashley looked at Jenna, Lisa and Kat. "Make yourselves' comfortable. We'll be down again in a few minuets."

Ethan gave the girls a goofy little wave and headed to the sliding doors. Ashley put an arm around Sarah's waist and they followed him in with Joy in tow.

Chapter Six Stray Kat

"Unreal," Jenna whispered.

"The guy's a total medical freak," Lisa said. "Amazing they've kept this out of the news blogs."

"Probably because no one would believe it," Jenna figured.

"Roadies for a fucking angel," Lisa said with a shake of her head. "Didn't see that coming."

"It's a miracle," Kat said.

"Won't disagree on that," Lisa said.

Kat went to the food table to poke around for something to eat.

"Wow, girl," Lisa said. "Where do you PUT it?"

"Don't know," Kat said as she decided between the chocolate cheese cake or a fruit filled danish. She opted for half of each.

Lisa and Jenna each got a fresh beer and sat at the umbrella table near the pool. Kat joined them. As she worked on her dessert, Kat asked, "Ashley and Sarah are engaged?"

"Bother you?" Lisa asked.

"Don't know," Kat said.

Lisa frowned at her odd answer. "What do you mean, you don't know?"

"I've never considered women loving women before," Kat said as she licked sticky danish fruit from her fingers.

"The signs at the battle of the bands seem pretty plain to me," Lisa said.

Lisa was looking for a fight with the girl. Jenna considered telling Lisa to back off but she too was angry at Jesus Weeps's obnoxious views. She needed to know what Kat's own views were if she was to work with the chick all summer long.

Kat poked at her cheese cake with her fork, either she was gathering her thoughts or was stalling. Finally she said, "Homosexuals are considered unnatural were I come from."

"Thought so," Lisa said with contempt.

"I personally think that they shouldn't get married," Kat said softly.

"There we have it!" Lisa said. "The christian right has spoken."

"I don't think that men and women should get married either," Kat added.

"What?" Lisa asked.

"I think that marriage makes people unhappy," Kat said totally dead pan.

Lisa and Jenna stared dumfounded at the big eyed girl as she stuffed a huge wad of danish into her mouth.

Kat swallowed and continued. "My grand parents were unhappy people, my parents were unhappy people, all my married brothers and sisters, my married friends, unhappy. I can't see homosexuals being any different?"

Jenna nearly laughed out loud at the the look of stunned surprise on Lisa's face. "The point is," Lisa said, clearly grasping for some angle of attack, "in most of the country, gay and lesbians CAN'T marry under the law.

Kat's eyes widened. "They Can't?" she said clearly surprised. "Allen makes it sound that they can? That the laws say a church has to perform the wedding."

"I'm pretty sure that religious groups have the right to refuse," Jenna said. "State and county governments are the ones who have to grant licenses under new laws." 

"If that is so," Kat said with a furrowed forehead, "why is Jesus Weeps spending all that money on banners and fliers?" the girl sounded truly dumbfounded. "We should spend that money on feeding poor colored children and leave the homosexuals alone."

"Amen sister," Jenna said with a laugh. Kat was clearly ignorant but in such an honest charming way. "Better drop that colored stuff though. Use black."

"What do you know about gay's and lesbians," Lisa scoffed as she got up to get another beer from the cooler. She held a Corona out to Kat.

"I don't kin to drinking," Kat said flatly.

"Beer's great with chocolate cheese cake," Lisa said.

Intrigued, Kat got up and cut a thick slice of chocolate cheese cake. Lisa popped the Corona and shoved a wedge of lime in the opening. Kat took a big bite of cheese cake then picked up the Corona and looked at the lime wedge a bit baffled.

"Do I suck on the lime first?"

"No, squeeze it over the top then add a sprinkle of slat," Jenna said. Kat looked baffled so Jenna took the Corona, squeezed the lime wedge over the rim, sprinkled some table salt over the top then handed it to Kat. 

Kat took a tentative sip, licked her lips and pondered for a second. She took another fork full of chocolate cheese cake and followed it with a big swig of beer. "That is nice," Kat said. "To answer your question," Kat went on. "I don't know a thing about lesbians but I do know a lot about gay boys."

"How so?" Lisa asked barely holding back her contempt.

Apprehension gripped Jenna's heart. Lisa was gonna tear this poor big eyed hick to pieces.

"My first boyfriend was gay," Kat said, tucking into the cake and beer.

"THIS I gotta hear!" Lisa said.

"His name was Claymore Shaw, his daddy was the handy man at our church on the hill. Me and Claymore was friends going back to toddler times. He and me went to preschool bible class all the way up to middle school years. In middle school rumors were flying that he had kissed a boy at bible summer camp. I asked him about it and he said that he had. He said it was the pastor's son at the bible camp. I asked right then and there if he was a homosexual. He said yes."

Kat went quiet and took a big swig of beer and chased it down with some cake.

"What did you do?" Jenna finally ask.

"I got stupid and avoided him for months. I was scared you know? All the other kids were mean to him. The boys beat him up a lot."

"So his only friend left him out in the cold," Lisa said heartlessly.

"Lisa ..." Jenna said, reprimanding her friend for being so callous even though she was thinking the exact same thing.

Kat picked up the salt shaker and applied a fresh coating to her beer. Tears welled up in her eyes. "I was young and stupid. I missed him and came back to him in time. I couldn't bare to watch him get hurt no more so I came up with a plan that he and me should start dating."

"Thought you could cure him of his affliction?" Lisa asked with a sneer.

"To be honest, yeah. But Claymore let me know that wasn't gonna happen. He was what he was. He told me all about his summer with the pastor's son. It sounded dreamy and romantic like in the movies. Anyway, our pretending worked. Everyone thought we was a couple. The mean boys stopped hurtin' him. They even made friends with him. A lot of boys were after me. I can sing and that made me popular. I ain't bad lookin' either. Some considered me quite the catch."

"So just like that," Lisa said, "the whole town thought he had gone straight?"

"Heck no," Kat said. "We worked it in the beginning. Claymore had a flare for drama and we staged a lot of stuff. He made sure that that his daddy and mom caught us making out on the porch swing one night. They drove me home straight and proper like good Christians would but didn't tell my parents because they were so keen that Claymore was with a girl. We would kiss at school were everyone could see us. He was one hell of a kisser too. Every straight boy that I've kissed since have been sooooo disappointing."

Jenna and Lisa both let out a belly laughs.

"The crowning touch was so simple. Claymore had me buy one of those home pregnancy test kit things. We made sure that the most gossipy woman in town, Nancy Capri, saw me standing in line to pay for it."

Lisa laughed. "Your Claymore sound's like quite the evil genius."

"He was never boring for sure," Kat said. Her smile disappeared and she looked very sad.

Lisa and Jenna exchanged a look. The girl's sudden sadness clearly announced a coming tragedy.

"A day came that Claymore couldn't live the lie anymore. He hated our little town. He had kept in touch with that pastor's son by e-mail. They planed on running away to Memphis together. He boarded a bus and I never saw him again. They say he died in a car crash just outside the town were the pastor boy lived. I think the pastor got wind of Claymore's coming."

After a long pause, Jenna asked, "You think he was murdered?"

"Don''t know," Kat said softly, then took a bite of chocolate cheese cake and chased it with Corona.

Ashley, Sarah and Joy returned to the pool deck. Each woman got a fresh beer from the cooler. Kat went to get a second beer for herself. Joy sat with the others under the umbrella and Ashley and Sarah shared a deckchair. Lisa kept stealing looks at Ashley and Sarah. She seemed to have eyes for Ashley in particular. 

Better watch your gaze girl, Jenna thought. Sarah is one chick you didn't want pissed at you. Too late, Sarah caught Lisa checking out her wife to be.

"How can a person grow wings?" Jenna asked hoping to divert a possible disaster. Getting fired an hour after getting a job would be SOOO humiliating.

"A person can't," Ashley said. She sounded a little pissed.

Sarah laughed as she stroked Ashley's long black hair. "Our geneticist is never going to accept the obvious."

"It's a miracle," Kat said. She let out a burp then followed with a giggle. Jenna noticed that her beer was more than half done. The girl was tipsy, clearly a light weight when it came to drinking thus proving that eating a lot of food was no cure for drunkenness.

"No one is gonna argue you on that point," Joy said.

"You really a geneticist?" Lisa asked Ashley.

"Working on my doctorate at Honolulu University," Ashley said."Took this summer off to whore around and play in a rock-n-roll band. Sarah's a lawyer. She works for the good guys, Green piece, animal rights, sometimes the EPA."

"You became a lawyer?" Jenna asked surprised.

"Who knew that a tattooed goth, lesbian chick in a rock band called Bitter Byle could be so organized," Sarah said.

"What about you?" Lisa asked Joy.

"Out of work liberal arts major with a minor in dance," Joy said.

"She owns the most popular yoga studio back in Honolulu called the Joy Of Yoga," Ashley said. "She just signed a deal with Sunset Gym to teach all of their yoga classes starting next winter. The little chick is rolling in dough."

"Go ahead, ruin the mystic," Joy said.

"You and Ethan share the same last name," Kat said to Ashley. "Brother, Sister?" 

Lisa handed Kat a third another Corona. She didn't refuse it. Jenna gave Lisa a disapproving look. Lisa ignored her. 

"Cousins several times removed," Ashley said.

Ashley shifted and stretched on the deckchairs with Sarah. In her snug white slacks and pink spandex top, her slim gorgeous figure was put on displayed. Jenna cringed at the way Lisa was blatantly staring at Ashley. 

"You checking out my fiance," Sarah asked Lisa.

Lisa's eyes grew big at the accusation.

"Sarah, really," Ashley said. "I'm in a rock band, guys check me out all the time."

"Guys can check you out all the they want. But other chicks? Noway," Sarah said.

Jenna saw that Sarah spoke with a tiny smile, Ashley was smiling too. They were clearly messing with Lisa but the poor girl was so freaked at being called out she didn't get that they were joking with her.

"Heard you like girls?" Sarah asked Lisa.

"Um ... I didn't mean to ... you know with Ashley ..." Lisa stammered.

"So you don't find her attractive?"

"She's gorgeous! Totally Hot!"

"So you DO wanna fuck her."

"Um ... shit!"

Kat let out a drunken giggle and said, "Y'all are messing with her."

Lisa's jaw dropped, clearly embarrassed that ignorant Kat got the joke before she did.

Sarah sat up and said to Lisa, "Wanna see Dorthy's record collection of hot rock-n-roll babes from the eighties?"

"Thought we were gonna talk about Ethan?" Joy asked.

We have all summer to do that," Sarah said. "What you say Lisa?" 

"Sure," Lisa said but clearly sounding not so sure. Lisa followed Sarah into the house.

A few seconds later, Ashley got up and said, "I'm gonna make sure Sarah behaves herself," and trotted off after the others.

"Your friend really into girls?" Joy asked Jenna.

"She claims to be," Jenna said with a shrug. "She started talking about it a lot starting this January. Who knows. You into girls?"

"Dabbled, but dick is my preference."

"Does Ethan like girls?" Kat asked.

"Oh yeah," Joy said. "And girls really, REALLY like him."

"You been with him," Kat said as more of a statement of truth then a question.

"No comment," Joy said. To Jenna, that was a resounding yes. 

"He gives me this wild vibe that is kinda sexy and creepy at the same time," Jenna said.

Joy laughed. "I'd never use the word creepy but I know what you mean. What you get from him, Kat?"

Kat blushed and took a sip of her beer. She thought for a second then said, "It like when you notice a boy for the first time ... you know, that he's handsome and all that."

"You mean the first time you see someone in a sexual light?" Joy asked.

"Yeah, like that I guess. Only a hundred times stronger."

Joy pushed away from the table, got up and stretched out on one of the deckchairs. There were three in a row so Jenna joined her on one side Kat the other. They all lay back looking at the starry sky above them.

"This may sound a little crazy," Kat said, "but I smelled fresh strawberries and cut grass when my face brush his wing "It was ... weird." 

"According to Ashley, his wings put out some kind of pheromone that stimulates the part of your brain that controls you sexual drive." 

"Back st the theater I smelled different things too," Jenna said.

"Does it really excite him when you touch his wings?" Kat asked.

"Yep," Joy said.

"Wow," Kat said. "Can I have another beer?" 

"All you want," Joy said. 

Kat got up to get a beer then was seriously sidetracked by the food table. She gave serious attention to the sushi tray. "I've only seen these things in magazines," she said.

"Is she for real?" Joy whispered to Jenna.

"I just met her today," Jenna whispered back.

"What's this green stuff? Guacamole?," Kat asked as she dipped her finger in a bowl and took a lick.

"Careful," Joy warned.

Kat made a face and blinked her eyes. "Horseradish," she said several seconds later. 

"Wasabi," Joy said with a smile. "It'll set your sinuses straight. Put some in one of those little bowls and cut it with a lot of soy sauce. Then dip the sushi in."

"It's great with beer," Lisa said.

"Bring the whole tray over," Joy said.

The three women sat eating Sushi with wasabi dip and beer.

"What hotel you saying at in town?" Jenna asked Kat.

After a shot pause, Kat said. "The Porter." The chick was a bad liar. 

"You can't go back can you?" Joy said.

Kat blushed and nodded.

"Got the cash for another hotel?" Joy asked.

Kat blushed deeper and shook her head no.

"Kieth and Dorthy will put you up," Joy said.

"A good Christian doesn't impose," Kat said softly.

"And a good Christian like me don't put people out in the street," Joy said.

Kat looked surprised. "You a Christian?"

"My mom and dad are non practicing born agains," Joy said. "I haven't been in a church since I was seven."

"I thought you'd be Buddhist or Hindu or somethin' like that," Kat said.

Jenna cringed but Joy laughed. "Buddhist maybe, Shinto more likely, Hindu? Not my part of the world."

"The tour don't start 'till June," Kat said. "That's three weeks away. I can't impose on Kieth and Dorthy for that long."

"They'll rehearse you to death and not pay you for it, I promise," Joy said. "Is your stuff in your car?"

Jenna saw the relief in the girls big eyes. "Along side the house. I don't drive and couldn't afford a taxi so I walked."

"It's over five miles to the Porter Inn," Jenna said.

Kat shrugged and took a big swig of beer. "This beer and food is real nice," the girl said. She giggled. It was clear that she was getting seriously drunk. Kat looked at Joy and asked, "What's it like making love to Ethan?"

"Kat!" Jenna said, appalled at the girl's directness. She hardly knew Kat but she was so accustom to shouting Lisa down she responded on instinct.

"No worries," Joy said. "If it were me, I'd be dying to know too." Joy leaned forward, the other women leaned in too. "It's like being with a real angel," Joy said softly and sincerely.

After a couple of seconds of quiet, Kat said, "Maybe he is."

"Won't argue that with you," Joy said. "Wish I could talk him out of cutting off his wings."

"Yeah, right," Jenna said, sure that Joy was joking.

"How awful," Kat said, clearly thinking the opposite.

"I probably shouldn't be telling you any of this," Joy said with a serious and down cast expression," but I'm desperate. I think he's really gonna do it. I need somebody on my side to talk him out of it."

"The others are for it?" Jenna asked a little shocked.

"Course not," Joy said. Ethan made me swear not to tell them. He said he'd tell them in time. I'm telling you guys before he make me promise not to. " She sat in silence looking both sad and angry. She looked at the Kat and Jenna. "Sorry, I'm such a stupid head for laying all this on you. Ethan will be pissed if he found out I told."

"Um ... no trouble," Jenna said awkwardly.

Kat slipped in next to Joy on her deck chair and gave the girl a hug. "Jesus loves you," Kat said.

Joy let out a laugh. "Thanks," she said. Then unexpectedly, Joy started crying.

A half minute later, Joy pulled away. "Talk about not living up to my name."

Kat had finished her beer and offered to fetch everyone a fresh one.

As she took her beer, Joy asked, "Any of the members of Jesus Weeps chase you?"

"All tried but none were boyfriend material," Kat said then took a long draw of beer. She gave a cute little belch then said, "I did sleep with three of them though."

"You slept with three out of the four band members?" Joy ask with disbelief.

"Man, do I have you Christian types ALL wrong," Jenna said.

Kat shrugged. "I know good girls don't sleep around. But it was so boring on the road all the time. The guys were nice and treated me right."

"Why only three?" Joy asked. "Didn't get around to the forth yet?"

"Not gonna happen with him," Kat said. "Don't like him."

"Let me guess," Jenna said. "It's the leader of the band, right?"

"Alan, he's a jerk some times. He's mad because I ignore his advances. He knows that I slept with the others. Also, he was one of the guys mean to Claymore."

"Who?" Joy asked.

"Her old gay boyfriend," Jenna said.

"Girl," Joy said. "I have TOTLLY misjudged you."

The suddenness of the situation was nagging in back of Jenna's mind. She decided to voice her unease. "Why pick us?" Jenna asked. "You know, me Lisa and Kat here. Seems kind of random almost. I'm not saying I don't want the money but this all feels a little ... weird."

Kat looked at Joy expectantly, apparently she had the same feelings that Jenna had.

Joy seemed to mull something over then she said, "Ethan picked you and Kat. We needed somebody like Lisa so we pulled her in too. But you two are solely Ethan's choice. He decided on Kat after he heard her sing at the battle of the bands. He decided on you after coming close to you back stage." 

Jenna didn't much like the sound of that. "Why did Ethan chose us?"

"You're like me," Joy said softly. "I suspect that the three of us are putting something out that he likes." After a short silence Joy looked Jenna in the eyes and said, "All our lives people have been drawn to us. In a way, we're a lot like him."

"This conversation is making me a little uneasy," Jenna said.

"Sorry," Joy said. "I'm not explaining this so good but believe me when I say that we're good people. Rough around the edges maybe. In Sarah's case, SHARP around the edges. Sometimes we're obnoxious and we can get a little raunchy. Sarah and Ashley can get a little competitive, Dorothy a little bossy. Kieth is a sweet marshmallow and we all drink a little too much. And Ethan is ... well ... Ethan.




Rock and Roll Angel Pt. 02



"What about you?" Jenna asked point blank.

"You can put me under obnoxious, competitive and unquestionably raunchy." she held up her beer. "AND the drinking too much thing too."

The three sat quietly. Jenna pondered all that Joy had said. Her gut told her that the people of Angel's Nest were okay but she couldn't help feeling that she was being steered in a direction not of her choosing. And the number one manipulator appeared to be Ethan Grant with his mysterious wings. 

"What cities are we gonna see on the tour?" Kat asked breaking the silence.

"Cleveland then Cincinnati, to start," Joy said. "We go west after that."

"Never been to those places," Kat said. "Sounds exciting."

Jenna laughed. "You ain't been out much if you think THOSE cities sound exciting."

Kat shrugged then yawned hugely.

"Let's find you a bed to crash in," Joy said

"Gotta get my stuff," Kat said.

"I'll get it," Jenna said.

Joy led Kat upstairs and Jenna went to get Kat's stuff stashed along side the house. Her meager luggage consisted of a lavender duffel bag and a pink backpack both items worn and dirty. When Jenna came back in with the bags, Ashley, Sarah and Lisa were back.

Chapter Seven All Girl Anti.

"Moving in?" Sarah Logan asked spying the bags.

"Kat's stuff," Jenna said. "Chick had nowhere to go. Joy took her upstairs."

Ashley went to the base of the stairs and shouted up. "Put her in the green room!"

"Okay!" Joy shouted back.

"We're gonna play strip poker on the pool deck," Lisa said to Jenna, "wanna join us?"

"Really?" Jenna asked giving Lisa a disapproving frown.

"We're playing for keeps," Sarah said. "My Stones t-shirt signed by Kieth Richards is on the table. Ashley is putting up her hand crafted pewter Church of Clara belt buckle.

"It's the belt buckle Sarah wore at the battle of the bands," Lisa said. "Jenna said it was really cool."

"Church of Clara?" Jenna asked.

"An upstart religion that started up a couple of years back on the island of Maui," Sarah said.

"I wouldn't call it a religion in a true sense," Ashley said. "Its more of a ground swell of support for free love, more of an art movement if you ask me. Clara is the name of a carved statue that was put up in the Iao Valley rain forest fifty years ago. She became the figure head for the movement."

"Thank you for all that useless info," Sarah said. 

Ashley gave Sarah the stink eye. "My belt buckle is worth more than that ratty Stones t-shirt."

"What are YOU putting up?" Jenna asked Lisa.

"My Ravens super bowl ring," Lisa said.

Jenna frowned. "The one your brother won in a silent auction? Didn't you find out that it belonged to the equipment manager and not a player?"

Sarah gave Lisa a dubious look. "You said that it was Ray Lewis?"

"Might have been exaggerating a bit," Lisa said giving Jenna the evil eye for ratting her out.

"Its still a super bowl ring and worth more that your Stones shirt," Ashley said.

"You gotta stop disrespecting my shirt."

"Kat is out like a light," Joy said as she descended the stairs. Joy had changed and now wore a Batman t-shirt and denim shorts. "What up?"

"Strip poker on the pool deck," Sarah said.

"See what I said about raunchy?" Joy said to Jenna as an aside.

"I'm in," Joy said. "Playing for keeps?"

"Of course."

"You putting up that fake Kieth Richards shirt?" Joy asked.

"I HAVE a certificate of authenticity!"

"The only Kieth that came near that t-shirt was Haverdink our scamming drummer who got you the shirt in the first place," Ashley said.

"What are you putting up, twerp?" Sarah asked curtly.

"My panties signed by Cheryl Crow," Joy said, and MY certificate of authenticity is standing right there." Joy pointed at Ashley.

"Saw the signing with my own eyes," Ashley said giving the two finger scout''s sign. "Crow was actually signing her jeans but the Sharpie marker soaked down to the panties and the skin of her ass. Crow's signature lingered for weeks."

"You in?" Lisa asked Jenna. Jenna could tell that Lisa was hoping for a way out of the situation. Just as Jenna was about to come up with a bogus excuse about having to be at the theater early in the morning, movement in an upper window of the house caught her eye. The shape of the person filled the window ... she could clearly the wings. A weird thrill boarding on fear crawled up her spine. 

"Yeah, I'm in," Jenna said.

Lisa's jaw dropped. "You sure?" Lisa asked clearly perplexed.

"I'm sure," Jenna said.

"What you putting up?" Joy asked. She looked as stunned as Lisa at Jenna's decision to play.

"Would a signed soccer ball from Mia Hamm count?"

"Has to be an article of clothing," Lisa said, clearly hoping that Jenna would have nothing to put up.

"Um ... I have a swim cap signed by the American Olympic dive champion Li Hong?" 

"She's a local girl from the island of Maui," Joy said. 

"She is one hot chick," Sarah said. "I hear she's recently come out."

Ashley rolled her eyes. "You say that about every attractive woman you like." 

The game was setup at a table near the pool. Lisa put up her sassy black girl front but Jenna could tell that she was nervous as hell. Lisa blinked several times and rubbed her eyes. 

"Maybe you should take them out," Jenna whispered to her. Jenna was one of the few people who knew that Lisa wore contacts.

"No fucking way," Lisa whispered back. Without her contacts Lisa had to wear Coke bottle glasses a la Urkle. Along with the glasses, Lisa harbored another dark secret, she was a nerd. Lisa just didn't do stage lighting, she LIVED it, and like any good nerd, she was totally consumed by the details of her passion. She also collected 'Game of thrones' figurines on the side and went to comic cons in costume, Mystic from X-men being her favorite.

Sarah dealt the cards and laid down the rules. "Nothing wild. The first person to the left of the dealer is in the barrel. She must have at least a pair of anything and has to show them. If not she has to drop and remove TWO articles of clothing. The last person wearing anything wins the prizes."

Lisa was on Sarah's left then came Ashley, then Joy then Jenna. From where Jenna sat, she could easily see the upper window where Ethan still stood looked down on the pool deck. Jenna's fanned her cards out, they were total crap.

Lisa, who was first in the barrel, smiled and showed a pair of nines. She won the hand with three nines after the draw. Ashley, Sarah and Jenna each removed a shoe.

"I should get virtual shoes to be fair," Joy said.

"Nobody's fault but your own for running around barefoot in your luau feet," Ashley said. "What you wear at the table is what you got."

"I don't have luau feet," Joy said as she pulled her Batman t-shirt over her head. A black bra covered her tiny breasts.

Lisa dealt the next hand with Ashley to her right. Ashley didn't have a pair so had to drop. She removed her other shoe and a sock.

"Where's Ethan?" Jenna asked as her eyes flickered to the upper window then back to her cards. Again, she was dealt garbage.

"In his room on line hunting for other winged people on the planet," Joy said.

"Has he found anyone?" Jenna asked.

"Just a lot of crazies and performance artists," Sarah said.

Nobody has wings," Ashley said.

"But Ethan has them?" Lisa said.

"Any explanation at all?" Jenna asked with her eyes on Ethan's window. 

"Ashley looked into everything," Joy said, "but nobody knows."

"But people just don't grow wings for no reason," Lisa said.

"Ethan did," Sarah said as she put down the winning hand of two pairs jacks over fours.

Ashley's expression soured. Clearly, Ethan's wings were a touchy subject for her. Jenna decided it was best to steer clear of the subject. She could only hope that Lisa would get on that clue bus too.

Lisa and Jenna removed a shoe. Poor Joy was down to bra and panties, one more loss and she was showing naked parts.

Sarah dealt and Lisa didn't have a pair to stay in hence lost her other shoe and shirt. 

Bet she wishes she wore socks tonight, Jenna thought. 

Lisa looked totally insecure in her blue sports bra. Lisa was petite but had a perky set of B-cups that fit her nicely. Jenna always envied her unblemished medium brown skin. 

Ashley won with a pair of kings. Sarah dropped a shoe, Jenna her shirt. A thrill both shivery and hot, raced up and down Jenna's spine. She wore a regrettable boring white bra from Walmart. The white bra was a neon contrast to her dark brown skin. Her stiff nipples were highly visible through the translucent cloth. 

I'm fucking crazy to be doing this, she thought. Her eyes went to the upper window.

Joy reached behind her back to unhitch her bra.

"Not like that," Sarah said. "stand up on the deck for all to see."

"Your such a fucking dude," Joy said as she stood at the pool's edge.

"Don't know why you're complain," Ashley said, "with the mosquito bites you call tits there is nothing to see."

"Don't be mean. I like her little figure," Sarah said.

Joy did have a nice figure. The girl clearly worked for she was all tight pleasing curves everywhere. 

"That is how someone SHOULD look if they owned a yoga studio," Sarah said.

"Thank you," Joy said as she removed her bra exposing her small bumps with erect dark brown nipples.

Lisa looked on without comment. Jenna wondered what was playing out in her friends head. 

Ashley dealt. Joy had a pair of sevens so got herself out of the barrel and won the hand with two sevens and two queens. Sarah dumped a sock, Lisa her jeans, Ashley lost her final sock and Jenna stripped off her slacks. 

Both Lisa and Jenna were down to panties and bras. Jenna crossed her arms over her breasts and Lisa sat on their hands. Lisa appeared to be shivering but it had to be near eighty degrees out on the pool deck so clearly wasn't cold. Both Ashley and Sarah gave Jenna looks of interest. Ashley was discrete, but Sarah stared at Jenna's cleavage unabashedly.

"Oh!" came a female voice from the sliding doors leading to the house.

"Shit! It's Ethan's parent!" Ashley whispered.

Sarah picked up near naked Joy and threw her bodily into the pool. Joy screamed on the decent.

"Hey! Aunt Sylvia, Uncle Johnny," Ashley said. She got up and hugged each in turn.

"Have we come at a bad time?" Aunt Sylvia asked as she eyed up Lisa and Jenna in their undies. Uncle Johnny did the same then looked over at the pool. NO WAY they didn't see that Joy was topless. The playing cards scattered on the table told exactly what the woman had been doing.

"This is Jenna and Lisa the new tech crew," Ashley said. "We picked up a new Singer too. She's up stairs asleep. Poor thing just did a show tonight."

Thought you were gonna go with the Creedy girl from Akron?" Uncle Joe asked as he tried his best not to stare at the two scantily clad black women.

Ethan heard the new girl sing tonight and decided she was a better fit than Naomi," Sara said. 

"Um, we were just about to go for a dip." Ashley frantically motioned behind her aunt and uncle for Jenna and Lisa to head to the pool.

"Um ... yeah," Jenna said. The pair got up and headed for the pool. Uncle Joe had to work even harder not to look at the two notable retreating backsides.

Jenna dove in the pool at a near run, Lisa stepped in via the ladder. Jenna surfaced and swam toward Joy who hovered at the edge of the pool blocking her from view. "Oh my god, they MUST have seen me topless," Joy whispered. "Are they still on the deck?"

Jenna pulled herself up a bit to peek. "They went inside."

Lisa swam over to join them.

Sarah walked over to the edge of the pool, looking odd in just her one sock. She squatted and stiffed a laugh. "Fucking busted. Like were back in high school." The three in the pool started laughing.

"Why are they here?" Joy asked.

"My fault," Sarah said. "Dorthy told me that they were coming to pick up Ethan's unusable cloth for donation to Habitat for Humanity. I fucking forgot."

Joy splashed water at Sarah. Sarah flinched and laughed.

"Do they know about Ethan's ... um ... condition?" Jenna asked.

"Yeah, they know," Joy said. "And you can say wings aloud."

"Ashley seems a little sensitive about the subject," Jenna said.

"It's the scientist in her," Joy said.

"Yeah, this wings thing is fucking with her world order," Sarah said.

Jenna wondered if Ashley would be perfectly happy if Ethan followed through with clipping his wings off. Wisely, she kept THAT dark gem of a thought to herself. 

"You guys are totally okay that he has wings?" Lisa asked. "It doesn't freak you out?"

"In the beginning, sure," Joy said. "But he has them. Its a reality."

"I'm not THAT simplistic," Sarah said. "But Joy's right, he has them and knowing or not knowing how they came into being will NOT make them go away." Sarah looked at Lisa and asked out of the blue, "You like girls?"

"Uhh ..." Lisa said.

"Simple question. Yes or no?" Sarah asked her.

"Yes," Lisa said.

"You wanna kiss Ashley?"

"Sarah ... I'm sorry for being so rude—" Lisa started to say.

"She wants to kiss you," Sarah interrupted. "I can set you up if you like."

Lisa didn't say a thing. And simply looked up at Sarah from the water's edge.

Sarah stood, pulled off her football jersey and dropped her jeans reducing her clothing to matching black bra and panties. Her long blond hair brush her wide shoulders. The woman was built like an amazon goddess, she wouldn't look off at all in a Greek war helmet, bronze breast plate and hefting a spear. Sarah walked to the deep end and dove in. she surfaced and swam to Lisa. "Interested in kissing my fiance?"

Lisa nodded.

Sarah smiled and swam to the shallow end. She waved for Lisa to follow. 

"I should go check on Kat to make sure that she's okay," Joy said but I don't wanna miss what Sarah has planed for your friend."

"I on the other hand want to TOTALLY miss it," Jenna said. "I'll go check on Kat. Where she at?"

"The green room." Joy said. "The first room at the top of the stairs."

Jenna swam to the ladder and got out of the pool totally self conscious at how her nipples and pubic hair showed through the cloth of her wet white underwear. She gathered her clothes at the card table and debated slipping it all back on over her wet body and undies but didn't want the discomfort that would create. She spied the stack of towels near the grill and snatched one up and wrapped it around her. She grabbed a second towel and worked at drying her long, straight dark hair. She spied Temporary the cat nipping at the smoked popio fish on the food table. 

"I'm sure that's not for you," she said as shooed the cat off the table. The cat gave her a dirty look and made an odd grunting sound then ran off. Jenna walked into the house through the open sliding doors. Voices coming from the kitchen area made her quicken her pace to the stairs. She didn't want to talk to anyone until she was reasonably dried and dressed. At the top of the stairs, she quietly turned the nob on the first door. Kat's grubby bags were in it but Kat wasn't in the room.

Jenna, draped the wet towels on a chair in the room, pealed off her wet underwear and quickly put on her shirt and jeans. "Been a while since I've gone full commando," she said. Deciding it would be rude to leave her wet stuff in the room, she went out to the hall to find the upstairs bathroom. Back out in the hall she heard acoustic guitar coming from the far end. After dropping the wet stuff off in a bathroom a couple of door down, she followed the sound of the music down the hall that turned to the left at the end. She peeped around the corner down a shorter hall and saw Kat with her ear pressed against the door at the end.

"Hey?" Jenna said softly.

Kat abruptly pulled away from the door and covered her mouth to keep from screaming. 

"Sorry," Jenna said trying to speak softly. "Didn't mean to scare you."

"I heard the music," Kat said red face at being caught listening at the door. "It's the Beatles, Yesterday."

Muffled singing start in. Jenna joined Kat at the door. The women locked eyes. Then together, they pressed their ears in to listen. The guitar stopped but the singing continued. Then shockingly, the door flew open. Both women yelped. Ethan, stood looking at the women. He wore same baggy gray cargo shorts from earlier. his uncanny wings were relaxed and folded in behind him and of course he was shirtless. The guy probably can't wear shirts that hadn't been altered. Explains why he was donating most of his wardrobe to charity, Jenna mused..

"Um ... this looks exactly as it seems," Jenna said. "We were listening at your door."

He arched an eyebrow. "The party over?" he asked.

"Your parents kinda broke up a card game," Jenna said.

"I saw," he said. "Too bad."

"Did you say hello to your mom and dad?" Kat asked.

"Yeah, they came to get all my old shirts and sweaters for donation. Don't need them as you can tell."

"What do you do to cover up?" Kat asked.

"I've had a few things modified for winter time and performing of course," he said. "Mostly I just go topless."

He looked good topples, Jenna though. Damned good!

"Come in, I got cold beer," he said and stepped aside to let the women in.

His room was a pleasant wreck, CDs everywhere, five different guitars laying around, two electric, one base, two acoustic. Music sheets, much of them hand written covered a lot of the open spaces. An elaborate entertainment system dominated one wall. Another wall was owned by a big flat screen TV. The the start menu for the game Mind Craft was up on the screen. A painting of a pale winged figure with a dark frame hung near the TV. 

Lisa's a total geek about that game," Jenna said. "Is the painting of you?"

"Looks like me but no," Ethan said. "Joy bought it at a gallery on Maui. The painting is fifty years old."

"It looks a lot like you," Kat said.

"Yeah, it's kind of weird." 

Four empty beer bottles stood all in a line on one crowded table along with the leavings of a meal. Three open and running laptops were scattered among the debris.

"Sorry for the mess," he said. He moved a guitar case and a stack of old LPs from a beat up loveseat sofa. Jenna and Kat sat down. He went to a mini fridge and handed out Budlite Limes.

"I've had too many of these already," Kat said, but accepted the beer anyway. For a person who said she wasn't kin to drinking she was taking to beer mighty fast. 

Ethan pushed aside the acoustic guitar on his bed and sat down with a beer of his own. Jenna saw a pair of binoculars resting on a chair near the window, a second set hung from a hook close at hand. In one corner near the window was a telescope on a stand. Next to the telescope on a tripod was one of those new expensive cameras that did film and still shots that you could download on a laptop computer. The guy is a serious voyeur, Jenna thought and she didn't like that one bit.

Kat took a huge swig of her beer. "I like this. The lime is already in it," She looked at Ethan and asked, "Why are you hold up in here? Why didn't you stay for the party?"

"Because of these," he said. His wings flared up to make his point then settles back down.

"I like looking at them," Kat said. "Don't bother me none."

"I think he's talking about the pheromones they put out," Jenna said. "They make people feel uncomfortable I bet."

"You mean squirmy and sexy?" Kat said. "... like I feel right now?"

"Kat!" Jenna said. "You are gonna HAVE to develop a better social filter." 

"So you ain't all squirmy and sexy right now?" Kat asked Jenna.

"Kat!" Jenna said covering her face.

Ethan laughed. "Yeah, I make people, women specifically, squirmy and sexy. They can't stay focus when in my presents for too long." 




Rock and Roll Angel



Fifteen minutes later, Ethan pulled his broken down Nova next to Ashley's faithful, dark-blue Corolla parked in his parents driveway. Laden with bags of groceries and his overnight bag, he made his way to the front door. His eyes sought out the dent in the hood of Ashley's car. He smiled as he recalled how the dent was created.

The band had just finished a gig at the county fair and went to lake Oliver to kill a couple of cases of beer. He and Ashley lay stretched out on the hood of her car looking up at the stars talking about becoming real rock and roll stars. Their shoulders touched ... and how she made no move to pull away. Then boom, out of the blue, Sarah jumped out of the bushes to scare them. He and Ashley screamed like girls sitting up so violently that their combined butts collapsed the hood. Back in town, a friend of Sarah's who did body and fender work had popped the hood back into place but a noticeable indentation still remained. 

Every summer, Ashley would leave the car at Ethan's parent's place and would pick it up in the fall again when school was on. He wondered what would become of the blue Toyota.

At the front door, his eyes fell on the slightly canted garden gnome that hid the spare key. "It does look like Mick Jagger," he said. 

Pouting out his lips, he sang Beasts of Burden with Jagger-esque head bobs.

"Honey, I'm home," he called out as he pushed the front door open with his neck and head still moving like Jagger. 

Ashley didn't answer. Probably by the pool he figured as he headed toward the kitchen. The smell of fresh popcorn wafted at him. In the kitchen, he saw Ashley sitting on a bar stool at the microwave with her back to him. headphone buds filled her ears and she had no idea he was behind her. She wore an orange bikini. Beads of water clung to her back and shoulders. He recalled her comment of how translucent her suit got when wet. He lowered his load of groceries onto the polished kitchen floor, fished out his camera, focused it on Ashley and snapped a picture. The flash made her jump off the stool, she turn to face him. He snapped a second photo of her front.

She let out a scream at the sight of him.

To Ethan's horror, the woman at the microwave was not Ashley.

"What's going on?" a panicked voice came from the living room. Ethan turned to see Ashley rushing into the kitchen. "What did you do?" Ashley asked with a concerned frown. 

"I thought it was you! I took a picture!" he hastily said.

"This is my friend Joy," Ashley said covering her mouth to keep from laughing. "I invited her. She'll be here until Monday. Is that okay?"

Chapter Four

Bitter Byle History 

"Does he always take pictures of you?" Joy asked dubiously.

"Put the camera down, Ethan," Ashley said. 

Ethan slowly put the camera down on the kitchen counter the way criminals do on TV cop dramas and then backed away with hands held out. 

Joy cracked a smile then giggled.

"I gave Ethan permission to take photos of me in my swimsuit for our friend Sarah," Ashley told Joy.

"Ah, the lesbian drummer," Joy said. Apparently Ashley had filled her in on Sarah.

As Ashley went into a funny story about Sarah, Ethan took the moment to assess his cousin. Her thick mane of light brown hair spilled over her shoulders. Her pleasant B-cups and slim shapely figure never failed to stir him. He smiled for she wore the form fitting light-blue one piece suit from last year that he liked so much. Ashley was right, Sarah would love the swimsuit ... too bad it was dry though. His attention turned to Ashley's friend Joy, who like his cousin was Asian. Joy's hair was absolutely straight and nearly black, her figure petite and tight like a gymnast's, her chest, tiny bumps under her orange bikini top. 

If Joy had been standing and not sitting in that stool he would have noticed the height difference and not taken the picture. Ashley was five-six, a height she claimed tall for a female in the Hawaiian islands. Joy on the other hand was four-six at best. 

"Is Sarah coming over?" Ashley asked.

"Not tonight," Ethan said quickly looking away from the swimsuit clad women to find a grocery bag to unload. "She has a long drive to Round Top tomorrow."

"Aw, I was hoping to meet your lesbian friend," Joy said.

Joy and Ashley pitched in unloading the food. Ethan took every moment to spy their slim backsides as they helped. 

"I can't believe that miss science geek here is in a real rock-n-roll band with a real lesbian drummer," Joy said. She handed canned goods to Ashley.

"We are Bitter Byle," Ashley bragged.

"Who came up with that name?" Joy asked as she loaded cold cuts into the fridge. 

"Who else but Sarah?" Ethan said. "It's her band."

"You think that Sarah might get the band together again like she said?" Ashley asked.

"Kieth will be the tough one," Ethan said. "He works for the justice department in Akron."

Ashley laughed. "I wonder if the justice department knows that Keith Haverdink has a tattoo on his ass that says legalize grass?" 

"Why would anyone have that tattooed to their ass?" Joy asked.

"Because of Sarah," Ethan said. 

"I'm really bummed that she's not here," Joy said again.

She's gonna regret missing you too Ethan thought. Sarah had a thing for slim petite girls like Joy. If they had tattoos even better. Plus, Sarah had told him that her first serious sexual encounter was with an Asian woman.

"How did you get into the band?" Joy asked Ashley.

"Through Ethan. There are five of us in Bitter Byle: Ethan Grant lead guitar, Sarah Logan drums, Dolly Watson keyboards, Kieth Haverdink base guitar and me, Ashley Grant, the person who does everything else that that the other members of the band don't know how to do."

"Which is a lot," Ethan said.

Ashley laughed. "Sarah took Ethan into the band when he was just fifteen." she said as she gave the bottles of soy sauce and sesame seed oil nods of approval. 

"The only reason I tried out for the band was because I had a huge crush on Sarah," Ethan said. "At seventeen she was tough and beautiful." He showed Ashley the bag of jasmine rice, she approved that too. "I'm lucky she didn't rip my arms off and beat me to death with them. Back then Sarah was quite the angry militant lesbian."

"And how is she different now?" Ashley asked sarcastically. "Never mind. Sarah said you were cute when you professed your love for her that year."

"She laughed at me and mocked me in front of the other band members."

"Yeah, but she kicked out Lenard Gold and made you lead guitar."

Ethan shrugged convinced to this day that Lenard Gold was a better guitar player than he.

Ashley said to Joy, "He was in the hottest band in town and the new best friend of the beautiful lesbian drummer. How much cooler could he get?"

"Yeah cool," Ethan said with an edge of bitter irony. "The only chicks I dated in high school were bi-curious girls using me as a stepping stone to get to Sarah."

"With your new street cred, you got to take a hot senior cheerleader to your junior prom didn't you?" 

"And you know how that turned out," Ethan said. 

Ashley burst into laughter for she knew exactly how that night turned out. 

Ethan turned to Joy and said, "Our band was the entertainment at the prom, and my hot cheerleader date spent the whole time hitting on Sarah. I drove us home with my date and Sarah making out in the back seat!"

Joy covered her mouth to keep from bursting into laughter too. 

"Do you know what it's like to say good night to your prom date at her door with lipstick of another girl all over her face?" 

"No," Joy squeaked out.

"Please stop," Ashley begged laughing as she slid down to the floor with her back to the fridge.

On a roll, Ethan kept at it. "My prom date's parents came to the door and I got lectured about the joys of abstinence."

"Stop!" Ashley begged again. 

"I'm still playing Sarah's straight sidekick to this day. Last Christmas she sets me up with some chick from her office for a double date. We go to a movie and everything is cool. After the movie, we went to Sarah's to hang out. Later I went out to get some tacos and when I got back, my date, Sarah's date and Sarah were making out on the sofa. I was told to leave the food and get out."

"Oh my God," Joy said red faced from laughing.

"They could have at least let you watch," Ashley said. 

"That was my feeling exactly!" Ethan shouted. "And I didn't get to eat one single taco that I paid for."

Ashley and Joy brayed with more laughter.

"A couple of hours later Sarah calls to ask me to drive my former date home,"

Chapter Five

Photo Op 

"Okay, all right, your life's totally fucked up because of that woman," Ashley agreed as she pulled herself to her feet. "Now let's get her stroke pictures out of the way."

That comment made everyone including Ethan break up even more.

They paraded out to the pool deck to take the pictures. Ethan purposely took up the rear. Ashley's heart shaped ass in her swim suit made his heart rate double. Joy's ass, slim and athletic flexed superbly with each step in her orange bikini bottom.

At poolside, Ashley grabbed handfuls of her wavy shoulder length hair and struck cheesy supermodel pose. Giggling, she sat on a white deckchair and did some cheesecake. Ethan laughed truly enjoying his task. Goofy antics aside, she looked fantastic in her light-blue one piece suit and through the camera lens, he was free to ogle with impunity. With one pose, his eyes followed the inward arch of her back enjoying the way it it met the protruding curve of her ass. He continued following that line down over a slim curvy thigh, narrowing at the knee then curving out again with her calves. She struck a pose with her hands at her back making the swells of her C-cups push at the stretchy material of her swimsuit, nicely sculpting the nipples beneath.

Wow.

"Okay, enough soft porn for Sarah," Ashley announced and stood up from the deckchair.

"Wait," Joy said. She ran off to the shaded over hang and returned with a plastic portable cooler with iced beers in it. 

Puzzled, Ashley and Ethan watched Joy remove the three remaining Coronas from the icy water and lined them up on the deckchair. Joy gave a cute little smile then hit Ashley square in the chest with the icy water from the cooler.

Ashley sucked in a big breath that muffled the scream that should have been.

"I thought that Sarah might appreciate a few wet suit shots too," Joy said.

In an instant, Ashley's suit went translucent and the affect of the cold water on her dark-brown nipples were immediate as both nipples stood like disciplined soldiers, stiff and at attention, the quarter size areolas surrounding each nipple clear and pronounced. 

Mindlessly, Ethan snapped a picture.

"Take one more photo and I will kill you," Ashley warned him.

Joy swiped the camera from him and clicked the next picture. 

"You're fucking dead twerp!" Ashley yelled and advanced on her.

Joy screamed and ran for it and Ashley sprinted after her. Both women disappeared from Ethan's sight as they turned the corner of the house. He heard a scream and was pretty sure that it was Joy. Some curses not all in English followed. Seconds later Joy came sprinting from around back and headed in Ethan's direction. His eyes widened for Joy was minus her top. She zipped passed Ethan giving him a brief but stimulating look at her tiny breasts just before she dove into the pool. 

She surfaced with her arms crossed in front of her. "Give me back my top!" she demanded.

Ethan turned to see Ashley in possession of the camera and Joy's orange bikini top. She walked to the edge of the pool, took a picture of her friend then tossed the orange top at her.

Ashley looked at Ethan. 

"What's for dinner?" she asked casually.

This is going to be an interesting weekend he thought.

Chapter Six

Download

Dinner was frozen pizza and beer. 

Exhausted from their long drive, Ashley and Joy went to bed early. Ethan assigned Joy the big guestroom upstairs and Ashley, as per her request, got the small guestroom down stairs. Ethan naturally chose his old bedroom upstairs over the garage. The girls went to separate bathrooms to shower. Joy used the main bath upstairs and Ashley used the half-bath downstairs off the guestroom. 

The moment he heard the guestroom bath door closed, Ethan grabbed his camera sitting on the kitchen counter and rushed upstairs. He stopped for a second to make sure that Joy was in the up stairs bath then he slipped into his parents computer room. He quickly attached the download cable to the camera then looking for where to hook it up on his parent's PC.

"Where's the fucking port?" he complained aloud close to panic. Finally he found it. He moaned as the computer took its time to do its thing. "Fucking dinosaur." He cursed seriously regretted not bring his laptop, screwed up power cord and all. A period the length of the Jurassic later, the photos on his camera were downloaded to the PC drive. 

He unhooked the camera and rushed back down stairs. He put the camera back on the kitchen counter just as Ashley stepped out of the guestroom bath, her hair wrapped in a purple towel giving her a regale look, she wore a Buckeye t-shirt and gym shorts.

"Your majesty," Ethan dropped in mock formality and dropped to one knee.

"Lolo," she said and made a beeline to the camera and picked it up. Ethan innocently went to dried a perfectly dry pot with a dishtowel. With camera in hand, Ashley turned and headed back to her room. 

Clever girl he though but not clever enough. He eyed her ass as she walked away.

"Stop looking at my ass," she said without turning around then closed the guess room door. 

After finishing up in the the kitchen, Ethan went upstairs to the computer room. He felt guilty for what he had done ... but not that guilty and turned on the computer. He rolled his eyes as he waited for his parents dinosaur to start up. 

His cell buzzed. It was Sarah. 

"Hey," Sarah said sounding tired. 

"You home?" Ethan asked.

"Just got in. I'm fuckin' beat. Spent the whole day listening to Martin Power and Energy deny they pollute Lake Oliver."

"Lyin' pigs," Ethan said. 

"That's what I said but in polite legalese. How goes the visit?" 

From the sounds coming through his phone he could tell that Sarah was in her little galley kitchen fixing something to eat. 

Ethan thought of the brief topless pool incident with Joy and Ashley in her wet one piece. 

"Okay," he said. 

"You suck at lying. Tell me what's up dick wad." Sarah bit into something and started chewing. 

"Checking out photos of Ashley at the pool." 

Sarah choked. coughed then she said in a strained voice, "Good boy. You got me bikini shots. I'm firing up my laptop right now."

Ethan laughed. "Forget it this ain't comin' your way without Ashley's approval." 

His parent's PC-asaurus beeped announcing that it was done doing its thing. He clicked on the first photo and whistled. 

"You fucking cock tease, send the photos," Sarah demanded.

He scanned past the first two photos of Joy in the kitchen then all the fun cheesecake stuff at poolside. Then he stopped and ogled at Ashley's dark nipples in her wet swimsuit. It was the photo he took seconds after Joy had hit her with the bucket of ice water, her expression pure shock and surprise. The next photo was the one Joy had taken. Ashley's face was beautiful in her rage. His eyes dropped to the dark smudge of her pubic mound just visible through the wet material. 

Those turned out to be the only two shots of Ashley in the wet swimsuit. The next serious of shots were blurred and indistinct probably taken by Joy as she ran. Then Ethan's eyes widened when he got to the last few pictures taken by Ashley after she had liberated Joy of the camera ... and bikini top. 

"Wow," Ethan said.

Sarah's voice exploded in his ear. "Don't make me drive over there to kill you Ethan."

"Threaten all you want," he said as he clicked on the next photo of a surprised topless Joy, her tiny exposed A-cups perky and inviting. His mouth formed a circle as he mentally sucked on a dark small nipple. The muscle tone on her arms and upper body made him wonder if the girl was a dancer. 

"Ethan!"

"I made a promise to Ashley to let her see the pictures first." He clicked on the next photo of Joy covering her little tits with her hands as she yelled at Ashley on the side of the house.

"Don't be an asshole, send me what you're looking at or so help me—"

"There is nothing you can say or do that will make me break my word."

Ethan clicked on the last photo of Joy standing in the pool up to her waist with her arms crossed covering her nakedness. A playful half smile touched her mouth. Ethan reached into his shorts to rearrange his raging erection caught at an uncomfortable angle. His phone buzzed announcing an in coming text. 

"Hang on," he told Sarah putting her on hold to see who had sent the text. He frowned when he saw it was from Sarah. "You using another phone? He asked as he opened the text to read it. Check out this photo.

He opened the accompanying file. It was a photo of him asleep in pink frilly panties with a huge dildo splayed across his stomach.

He reconnected with Sarah. "You said you destroyed all of those!"

"I'm a lawyer. I lied. If you don't want me to hit send all to everybody I know on Facebook, including both your grandmothers, send me Ashley's photos now." 

"Okay, you win. Now destroy the pink panty shots."

"The moment I get my bikini shots." 

"I was gonna send them. You don't have to fight so dirty." 

Ethan sent all the photos of Ashley.

"Holy Mary Mother of God. Your cousin is beautiful. She looks real mad in that last one. Did she kick your ass after you hit her with the water?"

"Wasn't me," he said. "She brought a friend named Joy. She threw the water at Ash." After a couple of seconds of internal struggle, he sent the three juicy pictures of Joy too.

"Joy to the world ... wow." Sarah said. "She's a cute one. You and I are going to rub one off tonight."

Ethan nodded for those were his exact thoughts too.

Chapter Seven

Monsters on the Wall and the Joy of Porn Surfing

He ended the call with Sarah and put his phone down. He lined up the photos of Joy on the screen so he could see all of them together. Joy looks oddly familiar he thought as he clicked on the photo of her standing waist high in the pool with her arms crossed in front of her. The playful sexy expression on her face triggered a memory. 

Mandy Almond.

He Googled the name. Mandy Almond was an on line sex star. She did mostly soft core solo stuff, some girl-girl action. Ethan was a regular at her site a couple of years back. To his surprise the site was still active. He clicked on a series of photos of Miss Almond dressed as a ballerina ala Degas. He hit slide show and watched her strip in front of a mirror while doing dance poses. Mandy and Joy could pass for twins.

He recalled that Mandy had done just one hardcore movie. He even remembered the title VIP Gym. He googled the title and was surprised and pleased to find a sight titled Mandy Almond does two guys in the gym shower. Two years ago it was just about impossible to get a hold of VIP Gym clips. Intrigued and excited, he went to the sight; four separate clips were listed. He clicked on the first one. Nothing happened for a long time, probably six seconds in all. He rolled his eyes and moaned, for his parent's PC was too old and stupid to deal with the video files. Then out of the blue, the clip started with Mandy Almond dressed in a black workout leotard cracking open a door marked men's shower. She entered through the door and encountered two naked guys soaping up. The audio wasn't very good as she said something to the effect of, "May I join you?" The scene cut to her kissing one of the naked guys as the other pressed behind her; two sets of hands roamed over her slim leotard covered form under the flowing shower heads. The clip ended.




Rock and Roll Angel



The next clip started with her on her knees still in the leotard going down on the two guys. He was absolutely thrilled at the sight for this was a far cry from her usual solo costume nudity pics. He undid his shorts and stroked his erection through his underwear as he watched Miss Almond work the erections with gusto. It wasn't hard to imagine Joy in Mandy's place. That clip ended and he played it again.

After viewing her head action a third time, he clicked on vid number three. It started with Mandy naked on all fours on the shower floor, one guy pounded in and out of her from behind and the other feeding her his erection from upfront. The scene abruptly switched to her on her back, one guy fucking her royally, her expression serious and focused. Absently, She stroked the other guy with her right hand off to the side. The clip ended there.

He went to the final clip. It started from where the third scene left off with her with her on back. Seconds later the guy fucking her pulled out, gripped his erection, shimmied up and pointing his dick at her pretty Asian face. In absolute dirty filthy bliss, Ethan watched six jets of semen splash the girl's face from chin to hairline, her expression still serious with a hint of dubiousness. The other guy pushed its way in and—.

Ethan heard a door down the hall open. Hastily he zipped up his shorts and hit the minimize button at the right top of the screen. For several horrifying seconds nothing happened as he watched the second dick spit several creamy white slashes across Mandy Almonds forehead and eyebrows. Just as he was about to hit the power button on the tower, the screen minimized. He hastily arranged his shirt over his erection to help hide it. To ensure concealment he grabbed his dads acoustic guitar resting on its stand nearby and put it on his lap.

He softly strummed a cord just as Joy appeared in the doorway of the den. She looked distraught, her hair a mess. That aside, he couldn't help but notice the clear outline of her small bra-less breasts through the near sheer light pink tang top she wore. Below she wore red silk shorts with an inch or two more material then a pair of panties. 

"Am I making too much noise?" he asked fearing that she somehow heard him whacking off to Mandy Almond.

"No, wasn't you," she said as she pushed her messy bed hair aside. "I heard a sound outside my window. I think there's some kind of huge bird sitting on the wall surrounding the pool.

"Want me to come look?"

She nodded.

He stood, still holding the guitar in front of him, pushed past her and walked down the hall to the guess bedroom. Joy followed close behind and even took hold of his arm. He felt her shaking, whatever she saw had freaked her out. Now nervous himself, he walked to the bedroom window and looked out over the pool.

"It's gone," Joy said. "It was right there where the wall meets the house."

"That's near my room over the garage," he said. "Was it an owl?

"The thing was huge."

"Turkey vultures are the biggest bird in Ohio."

"Then that's what it was," Joy said, "a turkey vulture." 

Still clutched his arm, she pressed in close. He could feel a stiff nipple just above his elbow. Realizing she was clutching hard, she let go and stepped back. He thanked the stars that he still held the guitar to shield his raging hardon. 

"I'm kind of freaked out," she said, "mind if I hang with you in the computer room for a little bit? You can keep doing what you were doing. I'll be quiet and stay out of the way."

Sure. Watch me masturbate to a porn star that looks a lot like you. That should go over real well he thought.

Chapter Eight

Unplugged

"You want something to drink?" Ethan asked.

"Sure, soda no caffeine."

"Ginger ale okay?"

Joy nodded. 

They left the guestroom and at the entrance to the den, he handed the guitar to her, turned quickly away to go downstairs to the kitchen. Mr. Happy was at peek interest after the nipple press. In the kitchen he pulled out a ginger ale from the fridge and got a beer for himself. He took the time to open a bag of potato chips and pour some into a bowl. As he looked through the fridge for the jar of salsa, he replayed the scene of Mandy going down on the two guys in the shower. The reality of seeing Joy's dark nipples through her pink tang top overlaid with the movie. He slopped salsa into a bowl then put the drinks, chips and bowl of salsa on a tray. Vividly, he saw Joy going down on him in the gym shower. He imagined her and her smile from her photo standing in the pool as he ejaculated on her face.

Yeah, that's gonna help Mr. Happy calm down.

Then a thought plowed into the front of his brain pushing aside his fantasy porn scenario. The last clip with the cumshots are still minimized on the PC. 

As fast as he could while carrying the tray of drinks and snacks, he zoomed up the stairs. He stepped into the den and his eyes fell on the computer screen. His parent's desktop was still on the screen and the porn still minimized at the bottom. Joy sat on the reading sofa strumming the guitar. She must have slipped back into her room to change because she now wore an Ohio State t-shirt long enough on her to be a nightdress.

He handed her the ginger ale and put the chips and salsa on a portable stand then he sat on the other end of the reading sofa to drink his beer. Joy took a sip of her soda, put it down and strummed something recognizable on the guitar. 

" Deep Purple, Smoke On the Water," Ethan said with a smile.

"I played cello in high school," she said as she labored through the song. She stopped and handed the guitar to him. "Show me how it's done." 

He strummed the song with no effort and even sang some of the lyrics. She clapped and demanded to hear other songs he knew. He played some of his favorite Beatles song for her.

As he worked his way through Day Tripper she told him, "I think Ashley plans on jumping you."

"Not gonna happen," he said automatically even as his heart did a flip flop in his chest. "She tell you something?" he asked as he started in on Norwegian Wood and hopped his voice sounded casual.

"She said on the ride up that she was gonna do something she'd been meaning to do for years." Joy said, then she yawned and stretched. Ethan enjoyed the way her limbs and body flexed. "I'm going to bed," she announced. "Thanks for checking out the bird thing." She leaned in and kissed his cheek. At the door she turned and said, "Mandy Almond did one other film."

His jaw dropped at her comment. I'm fucking busted.

She smiled at his shocked expression. "I was nosy. Sorry. Check out Gamed Champion. She's not in the credits so few people know about it. She stood out in the fellatio competition scene. I've been mistaken for that chick so often that I've become a kind of expert." She gave a little wave and was gone.

Chapter 9

Lolo Breakfast 

At about ten in the morning, Joy came down stairs dressed in shorts and a loose summer blouse. A huge breakfast of scrambled eggs, French toast and and bacon awaited her on the dinning room table. 

"This is certainly better then the Holiday Inn," she said as she took a seat. 

Ethan poured her coffee and did all he could not to meet her eyes.

Ashley enter the dining room dressed in jeans and a brown and black Bitter Byle t-shirt. Before taking a seat she handed the camera to Ethan.

"Edited for a G rating I assume?" He asked. He took the Camera, put it on the table and poured Ashley her coffee. 

"PG," Ashley said.

"If you say fuck me harder while you view them, you can get an R rating," Joy said

"Lolo," Ashley said to her friend as she tucked into her breakfast.

Still standing, Ethan went through the photos. All the best shots had been deleted. With a small conspirator's smile, he sat down gingerly. 

"You okay?" Ashley asked around a mouth full of eggs. "Your moving around like you're in pain?" 

He was in pain. He had found Mandy Almond's other movie Gamed Champions. And like Joy had said, the oral sex competition scene was choice and ended with a quadruple facial. He had whacked his pud twice to the Almond clips with a pic of Joy from the pool minimized in one corner. He blushed with guilt remembering how he had stood and spattered Joy's virtual face on his parents giant PC screen. He had never been that raunchy before and in the light of day he felt like quite the perv. I must really need to get laid he though morosely. 

To seriously change the subject, he asked, "What are your plans?" 

"Joy want's to go to the outlet mall to shop," Ashley said as she brazenly reached over and stole a strip of bacon off of Ethan's plate. 

"I wanna buy a hunting rifle," Joy said.

"Oh my God you lolo head," Ashley said rolling her eyes. "Are you seeing coyotes out here too?"

"What?" Ethan asked at the odd turn of the conversation.

"Back at State, Joy was convinced that coyotes were roaming the campus looking for victims."

Joy reached over and stole the piece of bacon Ashley had stolen from Ethan's plate for herself. As she munched on her stolen meat she said, "I'm small and petite and a pack of coyotes could easily take me down."

"Stupid head here petitioned to carry a gun on campus," Ashley said, "but wiser heads prevailed," 

"I was forced to arm myself with only pepper spray they use for bears," Joy said. 

Ashley laughed. "Some frat boys who thought it was funny to hit people with shaving cream pies at night have learn to walk big circles around miss bear spray here."

Joy laughed too. Then in a serious tone said, "For your information I saw a turkey vulture outside my bedroom window sitting on the wall that surrounds the swimming pool." 

Ethan frowned, "Are you an agizoophobe?" he asked.

"No, she's not afraid of wild animals," Ashley said, "just being eaten by them."

"Phagophobia then," Ethan said with a nod.

"I am not afraid of homosexuals," Joy protested.

"That would be homophobia dip shit," Ashley said. 

"Phagophobia is the fear of being eaten alive," Ethan said.

"Okay," Joy said, "I'm a turkey vulture flying around town looking for something to eat." She spread her arms in imitation of a bird in flight. "I look down and see little petite Joy Maeda the offspring of two of the smallest Asian people on the planet sunbathing near the pool. She is all of ninety two pounds counting the bikini and suntan oil."

"Um, turkey vultures are carrion eaters," Ashley said, "they eat road kill, dead things."

"That's what they want you to think," Joy said pointing at her own head. In a weird mocking baritone she continued, "Look at me I'm a turkey vulture I only eat dead things. Then Wham! The bird swoops down on Joy Maeda and takes her back to its nest to let her babies feed on her face!" She attacked a piece of french toast with animal ferocity in demonstration. 

"You are way more then ninety two pounds," Ashley said ignoring just about everything Joy had just said.

"I really did see a monster bird sitting on the wall last night," Joy said sheepishly.

"At least it wasn't a coyote," Ashley said, "now let's go shopping you little weirdo." 

Joy smiled and grabbed her purse. 

On the way out Ashley told her, "We are not buying any guns. You'll just end up shooting some frat boy."

"I'd be doing the world a service." 

They hadn't even think to invited me along Ethan thought as he watched them drive away.

Chapter Ten

Fashion Show

He spent most the day playing video games and thinking about what Joy had said about Ashley wanting to jump his bones. Was it true? Was she planing something after all these years? 

Sarah called for a poolside update. Ethan explained the situation to her.

"So they ditched you huh?"

"Seems so," Ethan said. His phone buzzed. "Hang on." He put Sarah on hold. The incoming call was Ashley.

"Sorry so late. Joy is a shop 'til you drop type," she said. 

"It's cool," he lied.

"What's for dinner?"

"Marinated teriyaki steaks, jasmine rice, steamed carrots. Chicken and pork kabobs for appetizers."

"Sounds ono. Believe it or not there's a sushi restaurant here, I'll get some. Don't start the rice until I get there, you'll just fuck it up." 

On that note she hung up. 

He reconnected with Sarah.

"Party's on," he said a billion times more cheerful than when the conversation started.

"You go boyfriend," Sarah said. "When I get out of court at Round Top I'll call again." She ended the call.

Ethan put his cell down, got up and scurried about setting up for the barbeque dinner. An hour later, Ashley and Joy burst through the front door heavy with shopping bags. 

Ashley dropped her load on the sofa. "That girl is a shopaholic in need of serious therapy."

Joy laughed. "I won't deny it. But you have to admit, we did got some cool swimsuits. Wanna give your lesbian friend more eye candy?" An impish smile lit her face.

"Only if you promise not to turn it into a wet t-shirt contest," Ashley warned. 

"Fashion show," Joy sang as she headed up stairs with her bags.

Ashley stepped into the kitchen, dug around and found a medium size pot and a lid and poured a few inches of jasmine rice in it. At the sink, she filled the pot with water about a half inch above the rice then sprinkled in kosher salt and two liberal dashes of sesame seed oil. She put the pot on the stove and turned the gas fire on high. 

"When it comes to a rolling boil turn the heat down to one notch below simmer," she instructed, "then put the lid on and set the timer for twenty minutes." She picked up her shopping bags. "Fashion show," she said in the exact sing song way as Joy and went to the downstairs guestroom.

"Fashion show," Ethan sang too, pleased with the prospect of seeing the girls in swimsuits again. With a spring in his step he walked to the fridge and pulled out the plastic containers of marinating steaks and kabobs and carried everything out to his dad's monster grill. 

The coals were perfect. He adjusted the height of the grill then lined up six kabobs. The smell of the sizzling squares of barbeque pork and chicken spaced with red bell peppers, onions and pineapple smelled heavenly. He dropped the hood of the grill and went back onto the kitchen to check on the rice. It had just started boiling. He turned down the heat and set the timer. The smell of the boiling rice with a delicate background of sesame seed oil wafted up at him. He knew that he will forever associate that particular mixture of cooking smells with Ashley. 

He went back out to the deck to check on the kabobs. As he poked at them, he heard the sliding door to the down stairs guess room swish open. 

Ethan turned and the meat thongs he held fell to the cement deck with a loud clack.

Ashley laughed. "Like it that much huh?"

The bikini was a deep pink with black trim. The swells of her B-cups were barely covered, her nipples prominent bumps under the pink material. A black ring between her breasts held the two halves of her top together. Two similar rings did the same job at her hips joining the front and back pieces of the bikini bottom. Ashley turned sideways to Ethan and did her best to look at her own ass. It wasn't a string bikini but certainly a close relative. 

"You think it's okay in the back?" she asked him. She turned to give him the full view of her curvy backside. "You don't think it's too skimpy?" 

The pink and black cloth barely covered her curvy cheeks. 

"Um ... no," he lied. His heart rate doubled as his eyes took in her heart shaped ass nestled above her shapely thighs. "It's perfect in the back." She turned to face him, his eyes traveled up and down her legs then settled for a few seconds on the swell of her pubic mound. He cleared his throat and bent to pick up the fallen meat thongs.

"The rings are cute but if there was a micron less material in any direction I'm flashing nipples and hair," Ashley said. "That's why I prefer one piece suits. Joy picked this and not me."

"You have such a perfect stomach. It's a sin to cover it up," Joy scolded as she had stepped out onto the pool deck.

Joy wore a metallic silver bikini. A dangling bow between her breasts and two more at her hips seem to be the only thing holding the tiny thing in place.

Three little tugs is all it would take he thought as he admired the way the thin cloth sculpted her nipples. 

Ashley laughed. "You can't wear that in the day time you'd blind people."

"Good, because I ain't gonna dazzle them with my tits that's for sure," Joy said with an envious eye on Ashley's bust line. 

"Oh stop," Ashley said, "I know that you know what a firecracker you are." Ashley looked at Ethan. "Don't you think she's a firecracker?"

He didn't answer but the bulge in his shorts certainly agreed. His eyes lingered on Joy's stiff nipples. 

"What you're cooking smells great," Joy said.

Ethan yanked his eyes away from Joy, pulled the kabobs from the fire and piled them on a platter. He heard the timer for the rice go off and went to the kitchen to take it off the fire. 

Ashley called to him. "Bring out the sushi." 

"Cool down dude," he said softly as he walked away aiming the comment at the straining erection in his shorts. "What do you want to drink?" he called out to poolside.

"Beer," the pair ordered in concert.

"And bring out the camera for Sarah's smut shots," Ashley added.

Yeah that will help Mr. Happy calm down.

Chapter Eleven

Appetizers, a Song and Dinner

He took the sushi out of its pink box and arrange them on a plate. Then he put the plate of sushi, three Moose Heads and the camera on a serving tray. Making sure he was out of sight of the girls, he took the time to rearrange his erection. The only position that worked was pointing it straight up. He made sure his t-shirt conceal things then picked up the tray and walked it outside. 

"Wow, what service," Joy said.

"Ethan and I worked at the the Jurassic Wing Factory for one summer," Ashley said as she accepted her beer. "Let me tell you, restaurant people party harder then rock and rollers."

Ethan nodded. "If I had to bus and wait tables for a living, I would party every night until I couldn't see straight too."

"Is Sarah coming over?" Ashleyy asked.

"She's still out of town on a case," Ethan said. He bit into a salmon roe sushi. He frowned as he chewed and then put it aside to find something else. 

"Good roe is wasted on you haole boy," Ashley said and picked up his abandoned sushi and finished it in one big bite.

"I'll never get to see the legendary lesbian rock-n-roller," Joy said as she made short work of a stick of kabob. "I still can't believe that test tube Ashley here is in a real rock band." She wiping barbeque sauce from her chin as she spoke. 

"She's our lead singer," Ethan said proudly.

Joy's jaw dropped. "You liar! You said you sung backup?"

Ashley shrugged. "I'm not that good."

"Stupid head!" Ethan barked in his best but still awful Hawaiian pidgin. His out burst made the girls laugh. He got up, went into the house and returned a minute later with his dad's acoustic guitar from the upstairs den.

"Let's not torture poor Joy," Ashley moaned.

"I wanna hear," Joy insisted. 

Ethan took a minute to tune the guitar then started in on a song he knew by heart.

Joy smiled as she recognized the song. "Stevie Nicks, Landslide."

Ashley rolled her eyes feigning annoyance, but he knew that she loved singing that song. She shut her eyes and gently swayed with the music. When the moment arrived she started singing. Her voice grew heavy with emotion with each line. Ethan closed his eyes too, performing the complex cords with equal emotion and softly sang background harmony where needed. Ashley stop singing. Ethan stopped playing and looked at Ashley and to his dismay, he saw tears flowing down her cheeks. 




Rock and Roll Angel



"I'll miss the band," she said managing a weak smile.

Her simple statement officially marked the end of a golden age for Ethan. 

"You two are awesome," Joy said. "Why did the band broke up?"

"Grown up life got in the way," Ethan said. He was close to tears himself. "Sarah got a job at the EPA and Kevin, our base guitarist, went to work for the justice department." 

"And I'm graduating this year so no more summers of degenerate rock-n-roll," Ashley said wiping her eyes.

Contemplating the end of his youth, Ethan started in on grilling the steaks. The girls decided on a quick swim in the lit, heated pool. After flipping the steaks he turned in time to see Ashley dive into the deep end. She swam the length of the pool under water then climbed up the ladder in the shallow end. She stood for a second, every inch of her glistening, her long wet hair clung to her forehead, the sides of her face, neck and shoulders. She turned and looked his way as she pushed her wet hair away from her face and she said, "I've been wanting to do this since forever." She reached behind her and undid her bikini top. His eyes locked on her perky pair tipped with erect brown nipples. 

She walked right up to him and said with wet shiny lips, "Are the steaks ready?"

His Fast Times at Ridgemont High bubble burst. Ashley stood before him, her top secured , drying herself with a towel. 

"The two rares are done," he said making sure his back was to her to conceal the bulge in his shorts.

The night was warm so Joy and Ashley ate in their swimsuits. Ethan, being nobodies fool, didn't complain. After dinner, the trio got serious about killing a case of Moose Heads. About three beers in each, Joy and Ashley got into an argument about characters from the science fiction movie series Alien.

"The android's name was Ash," Ashley insisted. "I remember because it's almost my name."

"Wrong as usual," Joy said.

"Betcha," Ashley said.

"Betcha big," Joy answered.

"Big? You that sure twerp?"

"Yes and don't call me twerp."

"Death by Google," Ashley warned.

Floating on a three beer high, Ethan followed the pair up the stairs to the den to fire up his parent's computer. The women walking up stairs in bikinis was such a cool sight. Joy was right ahead of him. I could do her right here on the stairs he thought as he admired her tight athletic ass shimmering in her silver metallic bikini bottom. 

Joy looked over her shoulder at him and gave him that smile form the pool photo. She stopped and turned to face him. Ethan put his hands on either side of her slim hips pulled at the little bows holding her bikini in place and it fell to the carpeted steps. The perfect triangle of hair between her thighs called for his attention. He dropped to his knees on the steps low enough so that his face was at the same level as her crotch and ... 

"Wow. They still have a tower," Joy said as they entered the den dragging Ethan's filthy mind back to reality. 

Ashley sat in the comfy office chair and fired up the computer. Joy stood next to her leaning casually against the chair. Ethan sat on the small reading sofa across from the computer blushing a little as he thought of how he had spewed all over the PC screen the night before. For a couple of insane seconds, he imagined Ashley praying down the screen with chemicals that made traces of semen glow under ultraviolet light. In spite of his paranoid delusion, he relished the view of Joy's cute ass. 

Ashley went right to Google, typed in movie, Alien, character list. "Fuck," Ashley said.

Joy leaned in and read, "A guy named Michael Biehn played the android character Bishop in the first movie."

"Who the fuck is Ash then?" Ashley asked.

"That's the android in the second movie," Ethan said.

"You knew that from the start?" Ashley asked giving him the stink eye.

"Big betcha," Joy said triumphantly.

"Big betcha," Ashley said obviously annoyed at Joy's little victory.

Chapter Twelve

Big Betcha

"What's this big betcha?" Ethan asked sensing an under current between the friends.

"It's our version of truth of dare," Joy said.

Intrigued, Ethan waited to hear more.

"It started awhile back as we watched a Sarah Palin speech on TV," Ashley said. She rolled her eyes, "it's too stupid to explain."

"You betcha," Joy said in a fair imitation of the one time vice-presidential candidate. "Revenge for Andy Perkins is finally here!" She held her arms up in victory.

"You deserved that you little twerp," Ashley said as she vacated the office chair. Joy threw herself into it giving herself a celebratory spin. Ashley sat next to Ethan on the sofa. 

"I dared her to kiss a guy named Andy Perkins at a party," Ashley's said.

Joy stopped her spinning. "That kiss caused me a lot of grief."

"Andy Perkins is the RA at our dorm," Ashley explained. "He's a little over weight."

"The guy's a fucking Buddha," Joy corrected, "and a pervert. He always looked at me like I'm a plate of buffalo wings."

"Well, you shouldn't make bets about the table of elements with a science major missy," Ashley said.

"And you shouldn't make bets with a scfi geek," Joy returned.

"Okay geek girl, what's the bet? Truth or dare?"

"Dare, you betcha," Joy kicked at the floor and got herself spinning in the office chair again. 

"Stop that you little dervish and just tell me what the dare is?" 

Joy stopped spinning and said, "Show your handsome cousin your tits."

Ashley's jaw dropped. 

Ethan's heart rate went into high gear. Did she really just say that? His eyes involuntarily flickered over to Ashley's chest. The tension in the room grew thick. Ashley stood. Her eyes met Ethan's.

"Want another beer?" she asked him.

Ethan nodded.

"What about you?" she asked Joy.

"I would love one," Joy said unable to hide the smugness in her voice.

Ashley left the room.

"Knew she would say no to that," Joy said with a smirk. 

Ethan's cell chirped announcing an incoming text from Sarah. He opened the text and red it.

Any interesting action? 

He text back: Very interesting.

I'm in my motel room bored to death. Give details.

"Oh my God!" Joy barked startling Ethan from his texting.

His eyes went wide when he saw Ashley standing in the doorway topless. In her hands she held a serving tray with three Moose Head beers. She stepped toward Ethan and held the tray out to him. He took a beer creating an unimpeded view of her left breast. Ashley turned to face Joy seated at the computer and held the tray out to her too. Joy took her beer in wide eyed silence. Ashley claimed the third beer then put the tray down on its side against the computer desk and daintily sat next to Ethan.

Ethan's cell buzzed indicating a new text from Sarah but there was noway he was going to take his eyes off his cousin's naked breasts. 

"You are one crazy girl," Joy said. 

Ethan swallowed half of his beer with his eyes locked on Ashley's chest. I'm never gonna blink again he thought. 

"The rules of engagement say it's my turn," Ashley announced. "Truth Joy, did you have a threesome with Jeffery Dolmen and his buddy Brad?"

Joy looked shocked. "Who have you been talking too?"

"Monica Franks," Ashley said pleased that she had hit a nerve. 

"Monica's a stupid cunt and don't know a thing," Joy said recovering. "I made out with the guys a little but we were all too drunk to do anything serious. My turn. How many times did you kiss Sarah the lesbian drummer?" 

"Three," Ashley confessed immediately.

That little confession jolted Ethan enough for him to take his eyes off of his cousin's tits. Until this moment, he knew only of that one kiss at the the Led Zeppelin movie four years back.

"Truth," Ashley said, "did you dress as a playboy bunny with fake boobs on Halloween and go down on a guy dressed as the cowardly lion?"

Joy shook her head vehemently. "You gotta stop talking to Monica. I was dressed as a French maid. And yes I did have fake boobs. But the Guy, Dale Higa if you must know, went down on me and he was dressed as a Wookie and not the cowardly lion."

The pair started arguing about details of the Halloween party.

Has she forgotten she's topless? Ethan wondered. And did she really kiss Sarah three times?

Another text from Sarah came in. He looked down and read it.

What's interesting dick head?!! Don't make me threaten you with more compromising photos.

Ethan texted back: Joy and Ashley are playing a game of truth or dare and it's escalating.

Are they getting dirty and nasty? ;)

Ashley is topless and Joy is confessing giving blowjobs on Wookies.

ASHLEY IS TOPLESS!!!

Fill you in later, he text back quickly.

Chapter Thirteen

Phoning It In

Ethan shut his phone but seconds later it rang and he put it to his ear. 

"Later my ass motherfucker!" Sarah said adamantly. "And whose blowing Wookies?"

"Yeah," Ethan said not hearing the question. The discussion between Ashley and Joy grew heated. Ashley really has forgotten that she's topless. 

"Dare," Ashley said. "Take off your top twerp."

"Did I hear right?" Sarah said in Ethan's ear a little too loudly.

Ethan nodded silently not caring that Sarah wasn't in the room to see his confirmation. His eyes went to his cousin. She returned his gaze and at that moment she seem to remember that she was topless and covered her nakedness with her arms. Ethan looked at Joy her expression cold stone. This crazy game is finally over he thought with true regret.

To Ashley's stunned disbelief (and Ethan's delight) Joy stood from the office chair and removed her top without a hint of hesitation exposing her tiny perky breasts highlighted with bikini tan lines. Her nipples were a darker brown with hardly a hint of areolas. Ethan recalled reading once in a science journal that women with small areolas had measurably sensitive nipples ... or did he read that in a Maxim article? 

An evil pixy's grin formed on Joy's face for she now had the upper hand in the game of dare.

"Did she do it?" Sarah asked.

Stupidly, Ethan just nodded again.

Joy sat back down in the office chair. Still holding her evil grin and said, "Kiss your cousin."

"Whoa! Did I hear that right?" Sarah boomed in the phone. 

"Think so," he said. 

A buzzing sound filled his head and he absently wondered if he might pass out. His eyes flickered to topless Joy sitting cross-legged in the office chair with her hands casually resting in her lap. His eyes returned to Ashley. She stood slowly from her spot on the reading sofa with her arms still crossed in front of her. 

She's walking out; game over. 

Instead, she dropped her arms, took the phone from his hand, tossed it at Joy who caught it, pulled Ethan to his feet by the shoulders of his t-shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. The buzzing in his head doubled. The world went away and all that existed was her soft lips, the warmth of her tongue and feel of her stiff nipples poking at his chest through the light material of his t-shirt.

The kiss broke, his eyes fluttered open. He didn't remember ever closing them.

Sarah's tinny electronic voice filled the room demanding to know what was going on. 

Joy made a face as she raised the phone to her ear and ask, "Is this Sarah? Yes this is Joy. Ah ... Yes I'm topless too ... Yes they kissed ... rate the kiss from one to ten? About a fifteen."

"You have the most amazing blue eyes," Ashley said. Then without looking away from Ethan she said, " Joy, take off your bikini bottom."

"Aw man!" Joy protested. "Of course I'm gonna do it," Joy said into the phone. "It's metallic silver, really cute and expensive ... Down there? Jet black nicely trimmed." She slid her silver bikini bottom to her ankles. Ethan's beheld the small dark patch between her legs. Joy picked up her abandoned bottom, turned and put it neatly over the arm of the office chair along with her bikini top. His eyes feasted on her ass appreciating the tan lines and the way the muscles bunch as she moved.

You're gonna wake up any minute now humping your pillow. 

With her back to those on the sofa she put the phone to her ear. "I like that idea," Joy said, She turned to face the sofa. "Dare Ashley. Let Ethan remove your bikini bottom."

Ashley's arms crossed in front of her chest again. She looked into Ethan's eyes and gave the tiniest of nods. Ethan dropped to his knees on the floor looking like he was about to pray. With shaky hands he seized the black rings at the hips of her bikini bottom and slid them down her thighs. It took all the will power he had not to kiss the sparse light brown triangle of hair and the gentle fold of her clitoris inches from his face.

"Turn," Joy said.

"Is that a second dare?" Ashley asked as she looked down at Ethan, her arms still crossed at her chest. For some reason, that made it all the more thrilling for Ethan.

"It was a suggestion from Sarah," Joy clarified.

"Bet she wishes she were here right now huh?" Ashley said as she turned where she stood. 

As Ashley's fine ass filling his view, Ethan offered thanks to every deity in human history.

"I can verify that she has a pretty butt," Joy told Sarah. "No, she has no Tattoos ... Hoochie? Sparse, light brown, very cute." Joy giggled. "I have no tattoos either."

Ashley stepped toward Joy and took the phone from her. "Hey Sarah you fucking pervert ... Yes I'm totally naked." Ashley looked at Joy. "She's cute, petite and slime just the way you like it ... she's Japanese maybe some Korean." Ashley laughed. "I love that suggestion!"

"Hey! What's your lesbian friend saying?" Joy asked.

Ashley zipped out of the room. Ethan heard her pound down the stairs. Joy was still standing with one hand at the top of the office chair lost in thought probably wondering what Ashley was up to. Ethan took the moment to adjust the straining erection in his shots; he had been hard for so long that he hurt, and then add to that the pain from whacking off numerous times last night. His grimace of pain turned into a smile when Joy looked his way. She gave him a little smile back.

"Warm weather," she said.

"Gonna be hot tomorrow," he agreed. Are we really discussing the weather? he thought. 

Before the moment got any stranger, Ethan heard Ashley running back up the stairs again. She burst into the den with her laptop and the acoustic guitar. She handed the guitar to him then set the laptop next to the computer keyboard. 

"Whoa, what's the dare?" Joy asked seriously.

"You're gonna dance naked to Creedence Clearwater Revival's Suzy Q and we're gonna Skype it to Sarah," Ashley said as she set up her laptop.

"Actually, it was first done by Dale Hawkins in fifty six," Ethan said automatically.

"Yeah, whatever, music geek, "Ashley said barely acknowledge his correction.

"And if I say no to this?" Joy asked with a disapproving look.

"Then I win," Ashley said simply. 

"Shades of the Last Picture Show!" Sarah said from Ashley's laptop. Ethan walked around to see Sarah's face. "Your' blocking Ash! Get out of the way dick wad!" Sarah snapped at him.

He stepped aside. On the small secondary screen Ethan saw what Sarah was seeing an enticing crotch to head shot of Ashley. 

"You are gorgeous girl," Sarah said with an reverent tone and expression.

"Thanks, wanna see Joy?"

"Oh you bet!"

Ashley waved Joy over. She shook her head. Ashley grabbed her by the arm and pulled her in front of the laptop.

"Wow," Sarah summed it up in one word.

"You are very pretty," Joy said sounding surprised to Skyped Sarah.

"Were you expecting a shaved head, neck tattoos and nose rings?" Sarah asked.

"Um yeah, kind of," Joy said sheepishly. 

"Hit it!" Ashley said pointing at Ethan. 

Ethan started in on Suzy Q. He knew it by heart having performed it at just about every gig, the song was one of Sarah's favorites. Joy moved slowly obviously uncomfortable dancing naked on Skype. But slowly, she started to loosen up and when Ashley started in with the lyrics she slipped into the groove and soon she was totally into it and giving herself up to the hard driving beat. The girl could dance and put on quite the show. 

"You go girl," Sarah said on the laptop screen. 

Ethan's eyes drifted over to Ashley as he strummed. She sang with her eyes closed, face etched with emotion. She was her sexiest when she sung. And watching her do it naked? Mind blowing!

The song ended and Sarah let out a whoop from the laptop, Ashley clapped. 

A bit out of breath, Joy smiled. She took a bow and then she reached for her beer and took a big swallow. "This dancing naked is kinda fun," she said as she pushed hair from her face. 

Ashley smiled and said to Sarah, "Time to let them in on the joke."

Ethan frowned and looked at the laptop screen but it was blank, Sarah was gone.

"That was fun," Sarah said standing in the doorway of the den in faded jeans, a light yellow blouse and her favorite cowboy boots.

Chapter Fourteen

The Unexpected

Joy shrieked, threw herself onto the reading sofa, grabbed the guitar from Ethan and used it to cover her naked body. 

Ashley laughed. "Joy, you danced for her like a stripper just seconds ago?"

"I thought she was a thousand miles away!" Joy complained in a whiny voice, her face bright red with embarrassment.

"I was in the master bedroom the whole time," Sarah confessed.

"You and your Jokes!" Ethan said annoyed not to mention sorrily disappointed for he thought he was getting somewhere serious with Ashley and Joy.

"Come on, you got to see two hot Asian chick naked. You have nothing to complain about."

"It was my idea," Ashley said as she sat her slim naked body on the office chair. I started the dare game and lost on purpose." 

Ethan looked at Sarah for confirmation. Sarah nodded, "It was all a pretext to get you to kiss Ashley. The nudism is just collateral ... not that I'm complaining." 

"In a few weeks I'm going to get married to a very sweet guy back in Hawaii," Ashley said, "and my life will change forever. I want to end my old life with no regrets." Ashley's eyes found Ethan's.

"Why this elaborate setup then?" Joy asked, "Why not just jump your cousin's bones when you got here?" 

"Joy's right," Sarah agreed. "As much as I liked the little nudist performance, it's been no secret that Ethan wants to bang you goin' back forever."

Ethan opened his mouth to deny everything but Sara held a finger at him prompting him to keep his mouth shut.

Ashley looked at Sarah. "The kiss with Ethan was just a ploy to get you here. It's you I wanna be with."

Apparently this was news to Sarah as she stared open mouthed at Ashley.

How can she look so surprised with all the kissing they've done over the years? Ethan thought but no less astounded.

"Ash, you only had to ask," Sarah said softly.

"I turned you down three times already," Ashley said, "and in the last year you stopped hitting on me all together."

"God! You straight girls drive me fucking crazy," Sarah said sounding genuinely annoyed but that didn't stop her from stepping up to Ashley, dropping to her knees and kissing her where she sat.

"This is all sweet and good but why did you bring me here?" Joy asked. 

Ashley disengaged from Sarah. "To throw you at Ethan and hope you stuck," she said. Ashley let out a small scream as Sarah pulled her to her feet and dragged her out of the room.

A long silence followed. Then bizarrely, still hiding behind the guitar, Joy strummed the bits of Smoke on the Water she had played for him the night before. 

She stopped playing, raised her eyebrows and said, "I am totally naked behind this guitar you know."

"Yes I know," he assured her.

"You disappointed that it was Sarah that Ashley wanted and not you?" 

"Yeah but kinda relieved," he said. "The whole cousin thing would have loomed too big in my head."




Rock and Roll Angel



"Liar," Joy accused and then asked, "you wanna kiss me?"

Her long dark hair fanned over her slim shoulders. She looked achingly cute and sexy. She put the guitar aside. His eyes took her slim naked body in but he stood still unmoving.

"Well?" she asked with a small frown. "If you make me beg I will break this guitar over—"

He threw himself at her and covered her mouth with his inducing a muffled squeal from her. The kiss was clumsy, awkward ... and fantastic. One of his hands tentatively touched a small breast. She roughly gripped his erection in his shorts dispelling any doubt at her intentions. His hand slipped between her legs feeling her warmth and damp eagerness. 

When they came up for air a long time later, Joy said, "Ashley is right, you have the most beautiful blue eyes." 

They sat up and faced each other on the reading sofa. Joy pushed strands of hair from her face. "A year ago Ash showed me some photos of you. I thought you were hot. When she asked me to come along I was all for it." She reached out and touched his sun streaked blond hair. "I have a thing for blond guys. You should grow it long again like in the photo."

Joy got up and pulled him to his feet and led him out of the den into the Hall. She giggled and broke into a run in the direction of the guest bedroom. With his eyes on her cute little ass, Ethan ran after her.

Chapter Fifteen

Demon's Revisited

Joy and Ethan burst into the guest bedroom only to find Ashley and Sarah sitting on the bed engaged in a kiss.

"Hey! This is my room," Joy protested. Then she frowned when she noticed that Sarah was still dressed. "Shouldn't you guys be further along by now?"

"You straight girls like to talk," Sarah said with a shrug. 

Ashley gave Sarah the stink eye.

Joy grumbled about how this was her room but took Ethan by the hand and made for the door.

"Wait!" Ashley called after them.

"Don't you dare chicken out girl," Sarah warned Ashley, "this time I will slap you stupid!"

Ashley gave her an as-if look then she said, "This is my last summer of debauchery and I wanna debauch."

"What do you have in mind?" Sarah asked as her eyes danced up and down naked Joy standing at the door.

"Let them watch us," Ashley offered.

An orgy! Ethan's testosterone poised brain screamed. And I'm the only guy! If I really do wake up humping my pillow I'm going to be so bitterly disappointed. 

Sarah frowned. "Joy can stay but Ethan has to go."

Not wanting a repeat of taco night, Ethan opened his mouth to protest but Ashley spoke up first. 

"Oh come off it. You love an audience! You once told me you fantasized doing a concert totally naked."

"Yeah but that would be at Lilith Fest for a gillion other lesbos and not your dick wad cousin here," Sarah said.

"Uh-uh," Ashley said shaking a finger in Sarah face. "You're an attention junky and it doesn't matter who's eyes are on you. The night at Demon's Bar proved that."

Sarah's crooked tomboy smile lit up her face and she said, "That was the last time we made out too." 

"Sorry I chickened out," Ashley said.

"Fukin' straight girl."

Ashley smiled. "Ethan? You still have that dinky old electric keyboard from high school?"

"Yeah?"

"Go get it. And Joy go get the guitar."

Joy and Ethan left the room to go fetch said items. Ethan had no idea what had gotten into everyone tonight but he wasn't about to complain. In the hallway, Joy grabbed him and pulled him down to her height for a kiss pressing her naked body against his still clothed one. His hands roamed over the delicious curves of her ass cheeks. At the end of the kiss she smiled up at him.

"This is so much fun," she said then went to get the guitar in the den. 

In his old bedroom he found the keyboard. Back in the guest bedroom, he put the old thing on the bed. 

"Set it in that awful church organ mode," Ashley told him, "and set the tacky rhythm synthesizer for rock-and-roll. 

Ethan plugged the thing in, listened for the tell tail hum that it still worked, clicked a few buttons and then played a bit of On Top of Old Smokey as badly as he could.

"That is truly awful," Sarah said.

He hit a button with a flourish. "Now we add a rock-n-roll back beat." a steady one-two-three-four toking kicked in. He played a part of the Doors' Break On Through. Unlike On Top of Old Smokey, he did his best to play the rock song but on the church organ, it sounded impossibly cheesy. With a grimace that made Joy giggle he stopped. 

Ashley handed the Guitar to Ethan and then she sat at the keyboard on the bed. "I'm not Dolly," she said, "but I think I can dig the ivory." She looked at Sarah. "We are going to recreate that night at Demon's Bar using one of your favorites."

"Aren't we missing thirty drunken bloodthirsty bikers?" Sarah pointed out.

"Joy will represent the bloodthirsty bikers," Ashley said.

"She's too cute for that but I'll do my best to suspend my disbelief ," Sarah said.

"Good now, bare it all both soul and skin," Ashley said. Then she screamed, "THE BLONDE DRUMMER IS GETTING NAKED!"

Sarah screamed with laughter when Ashley started in on the Guess who's American Woman on the organ. Ethan laughed too then started in with the guitar. 

Joy clapped her hands and barked,"That's my favorite Lenny Kravitz song!" 

Ashley gave Ethan a look to shot circuit the correction forming in his music geek's head.

Sarah slapped at her hips and thighs then jumped in with the lyrics after the famous keyboard opening. They did a credible job with the song cheesy organ and all.

Sarah danced in place and sang with her eyes closed. She removed her yellow shirt exposing a black satin Victoria's Secret pushup. Ethan wondered if it was the very same bra she wore on the night at Demon's. She slid off her jeans exposing the matching panties then did a slow graceful spin. Joy clapped and whooped like a horny bicker. 

A light sheen of sweat covered Sarah's exposed skin; some of her blond hair clung to her face. Halfway through the song she lost her satin bra. Seated on the bed, Ethan had a wonderful view of her pale full breasts tipped with nipples so pale you could almost call them white, each tempting nipple ringed with an even paler half-dollar size areola. 

Sarah slid her panties down and Ethan's eyes adhered to the full triangle of reddish, dark blond hair between her legs. She went into a slow dancing spin again giving Ethan a joyful eyeful of her curvy, smooth, pale backside. The woman had no tan lines top or bottom, he resisted blinking not wanting to miss a moment. The song ended and Joy, their mob of bloodthirsty bikers, clapped whooped and whistled.

Breathing hard, sweaty, naked and radiant, Sarah bowed.

Chapter Sixteen

All Naked

"Oh my God," Joy said, "Now I wanna fuck you."

"Oh no don't!" Ethan barked. "That is not gonna happen tonight Sarah Logan!"

"Cool your jets brother Ethan," Sarah said with a laugh, "One straight girl a night is my limit." 

"Ethan's the only one not naked," Joy observed. 

"Yeah haole, get with the program," Ashley said.

"He should strip to a song," Sarah said. 

"No I shouldn't," Ethan objected immediately. "Guys look dorky stripping. Our penises hang and flop over hill and dale. Or we're erect and pointing right at something."

"So which are you now?" Sarah asked, "Hill and dale or pointing?" 

He gave an exaggerated sweeping of his arms at the three naked women in the room.

"Pointing north it would seem," Sarah deduced.

"You don't have to dance, just undress," Ashley said. "I'll play something in the background."

Ethan gave a dubious nod as he stood at the foot of the bed looking down at the three naked beauties. I'm gonna be hard for the rest of my life he thought.

Ashley switched the portable keyboard from church organ to piano. Ethan rolled his eyes as she played First Time Ever I Saw Your Face.

"Leona Lewis," Joy said.

"Roberta Flack," Ethan automatically corrected. 

What a strange song to pick? he thought as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. It's all wrong for the moment. He unceremoniously slid his khaki shorts down his legs glad that he was wearing somewhat stylish black briefs with gold trim. His perpetual erection comically strained in his underwear demanding freedom. He sprung the brainless thing free by pulled his underwear down to the floor. He looked up expecting to see everyone grinning at his clumsy strip show. No one was though. 

As she sang, Ashley looked at him with an odd expression tinged with sadness. Is she about to cry? he wondered. Joy watched open mouthed her face a mix of worship and raw lust.

Ashley stopped playing and singing, the sudden silence huge.

"Do you know why I let you join my band all those you ago?" Sarah asked softly.

Ethan looked at her and shook his head.

Sarah stood up to her full six feet, the exact same height as Ethan. Unexpectedly, she kissed him lightly on the mouth then let out a small bewildered laugh. "Don't get me wrong, I'm a lesbian through and through and it will always be girls for me ... but there's something about you Ethan that transcends that ... and you you don't even fucking know it."

"You're like a living Michelangelo statue," Joy said as she stood too. At four and a half feet, the two blonds towered over her like sequoias. Joy ran her right hand over Ethan's pale chest. The hand drifted down to his stomach and didn't stop until it reached his erection. Gently, almost reverently, she gripped it.

Ashley stood too.

Sarah and Joy parted, allowing Ashley room to take Ethan into her arms and kiss him. Unlike Sarah, her kiss was no mere friendly peck. It was full bodied, hot and lustful. When the kiss ended, Ashley smiled and took the time to get lost in his sky blue eyes. Finally she said, "Watch me make love to Sarah." Ashley turned and stepped into Sarah's arms and they shared in a kiss mirroring the one with Ethan. 

Ethan watched as the woman's bodies crushed together in the most amazing way. His eyes tracked Sarah's hands as they roved over Ashley's smooth ass. The moment the kiss ended Sarah swept Ashley off her feet causing her to yelp in surprise. She walked Ashley to the bed, lowered her gently then crawled on top of her and incited another kiss. Ashley's hands brushed through Sarah's hair then down her back and over her ass and thighs. Sarah aggressively groped Ashley's tits. 

Ethan stepped to the edge of the bed looking down at the pair feeling like an intruder. Ashley's eyes opened briefly, caught his, then they closed again. He wanted to grip his impossibly hard erection and stroke it, but he was unsure as to how that would be received (especially by Sarah) so he abstained and just stood watching Sarah kiss her way down to Ashley's front. 

Ethan felt a hand on his hips then at about the middle of his back, the stimulating points of Joy's hard nipples pressing against him. Her hands drifted around front up to his chest. He turned to face her but his erection impeded the turn. With a deft brush of Joy's right hand, his erection nestled comfortably between them. 

A flood of emotions raced through him as he greedily explored Joy's receptive mouth with his own. Today is the most interesting day of my life he thought. His hands gently gripped her ass then they drifted up her back and got tangled in her long dark hair. One of his hands found its way upfront and explored her petite breasts then drifted down between her legs to her wet opening. Joy abruptly ended the kiss, gave a small gasp and looked up into his face. 

After another gasp she said in a soft but very serious voice, "I'm going to go and get a condom." She pulled away from him. At the door she turned and looked back at him and said with no hint of humor, "Don't go away," then slipped out of the room.

Yes, I'm going to hop a cab and take in a show downtown right now he thought close to laughing.

Chapter Seventeen

The Orgy and the Angel

Ethan's attention went back to the woman on the bed were Sarah had her face buried between Ashley's legs. 

In urgency Ashley said, "If you don't stop I'm gonna come!" 

Apparently, that was Sarah's intention for she kept right on doing whatever she was doing. "Don't do that! Don't make me come!" Ashley protested with her hands tangled in Sarah's blond hair. "I don't want this to end ... make it go forever ... and ever ... and ... Oh my God!" Ashley's eyes flew open as every inch of her vibrated and her hips rocked jerkily from side to side. "Shit Sarah!" she barked as she arched her back and raised her rump off the bed with her strong legs. Undaunted, Sarah's face stayed firmly planted in place ride out the human rapids that was Ashley Grant.

Ashley's skin glistened with a fresh coat of sweat, chest heaving, her B-cups barely evident as she lay on her back. Ethan wanted to touch her, feel her hard, dark-brown nipples, lick the sweat off of them, bite them ... 

In the middle of that thought Joy slammed into him putting him flat on his back on the bed with a tackle that a pro football linebacker would appreciate. Joy's violent enthusiasm elicited laughter from Sarah and Ashley who untangled themselves and sat up to see what Joy's plans for Ethan were. 

She sat astraddle his legs just above the knees struggling to tear a condom free from a string of four. Ethan's reached up with both his hands and cupped her breasts. He marveled at how small her areolas were, almost non existent, the girls was nothing but pure hard nipple. He fingered each and admired their dark ash-brown coloring. Annoyed by the distraction, she slapped his hands away. Finely she pulled a condom free, unceremoniously chucked the others over her shoulder, ripped the packet open with her teeth then applied the thing to Ethan's erection with a firm downward sliding grip. 

A moment of panic seized him when he shockingly found himself close to ejaculating in her hands. To stave off disastrous embarrassment, his mind called up the periodic table of elements. As he tried to recall the atomic weight of neon, Joy held his sheathed erection steady, raised her petite frame above him and guided him to her wet opening. Ever so slowly, she lowered herself down a half inch at a time.

Ashley and Sarah watched with great interest as she worked her way down Ethan's hardness. Small gasps escaped her with every conquered fraction. 

In a hitching gasp, Ethan said, "two ... zero point ... one ... seven nine ... "

Ashley frowned and asked, "Why are you giving us the atomic mass of neon?"

Ethan didn't bother responding and sighed with relief as the danger of premature ejaculation waned. Joy let out a loud gasp and sat up straight when she finally took all of him in. He covered her chest with his hands again, enjoying the feel of her hard nipples against his palms. This time she didn't slap his hands away. He felt her tremble. A small primal growl escaped her and she dropped down to kiss his mouth. As they kissed, she started to move her hips. She ended the kiss, sat up and planted her hands on either side of his head for support. His hands rested firmly on her hips as he jabbed upward with each roll of her lower body. He was close to coming and didn't care if he did at this point. And then, as if someone had hit an off switch, Joy stopped moving with Ethan deep inside her. Unsure what to do about her sudden stillness, he looked into her face. Then he felt it again, a vibration from deep inside her. 

Joy sucked in a fast harsh breath and held it in for a couple of seconds then exhaled harshly and yelled out, "Fucking God! Ethan!" Her orgasm, hot and violent, ripped through her. She bucked above him, her hair flying everywhere hiding her face from view. As her body calmed, he pushed her hair aside and he saw in her face an expression he couldn't define. She looked like she was going to cry. Then a smile formed on her mouth. 

"You're an angel, all you need are wings," she said tenderly running her fingers over his face lingering at his mouth. 

"Man, Ethan," Sarah said softly, "I've never seen this side of you before."

"Me neither," he confessed.

"Again, you on top," Joy insisted. 

They switched positions. Ethan distributed his weight so he wouldn't crush her for she seemed so tiny beneath him. She gripped him firmly as he entered her gently. 

She gasped then let out a playful laugh. "Don't worry, you won't break me." She wiggled under him to coax him in deeper. Slowly he pulled back and then slid back in softly. "Oh that's nice," She purred. With each gentle plunge she breathed out. On plunge number seven, he felt the now familiar vibration announcing the arrival of her orgasm. Her legs wrapped around his middle holding him in deep. When her body calmed she started laughing under him.

"Looks like you fucked her stupid," Sarah said.

"Yes ... he ... did," Joy managed to say around fits of laughter.

"I wanna try," Ashley said as she slid off the bed to retrieve the remaining condoms somewhere on the floor.

Sarah gave her a look. Then to Ethan she said, "There you happy? You finally swiped one of my dates."

Ethan pulled out of the still giggling Joy and sat kneeling with his erection pointing at the ceiling. Joy rolled aside and Ashley filled her vacated spot. She removed the condom from his seemingly perpetual erection and handed it off to Joy. Ashley gripped his shaft with one hand studying the pale length for a few seconds and automatically stroked him. 

A fresh surge of pleasure raced through him at her touch and again, he found himself on the edge of orgasm. If she takes me in her mouth I'm gonna come he thought. Alarmingly, she did just that. Adding to the fire, she cradle and kneaded his balls.

Ethan let out a gasp of panic and rattled off , "4.002602!"

Ashley let him drop from her mouth, looked up at him and said, "The atomic weight of helium." She giggled finally getting the point as to why he was randomly called out the atomic masses of elements. She stopped with her mouth and gingerly applied the fresh condom to him with sparse movement of her hands.

Ethan's eyes fell on Sarah sitting cross-legged on the big bed; her long blond hair pushed over one shoulder. Sarah's eyes were focused on Joy stretched out on her side with her head propped on one elbow watching Ashley apply the condom. Would Joy be into girl-girl action he wondered. Before he could build on that thought, Ashley pulled him down on top of her and they kissed. The kiss gained serious traction and he wouldn't have mind if it stretched on for longer, but he felt her inpatients. He broke the kiss, reared up, gripped, his hardon and entered her. He dropped back down and with their noses nearly touching. They got moving.

This isn't happening. I have to be dreaming he thought as he moved in and out of her. 

"Hard and fast," she demanded. 

With his next thrust he met with her demand and their bodies slapped. Her hands firmly gripped his hips and he roughly slipped in and out of her, her light brown eyes gazing into his blues the whole time. With each pleasurable stab she let out a short, hard exhalation. Her hands dropped to her sides, balled into fists that gripped the bed comforter.

"Fuck I'm coming!" she shouted. Her hands shot up, seized Ethan's neck and aggressively pulled him in for a kiss. A rough muffled sound escaped her. It might have been a scream if not for the kiss. The kiss ended, breathing hard, she looked into his eyes with wonder.

"Why did I wait 'til now to do this?" she asked.

Chapter Eighteen

Sarah's Joy and a Shocking Confession

"How goes the summer of debauchery?" Sarah asked.

"Pretty well since I just finished fucking my cousin," Ashley said.

"Clear the stage for the next part or our evening bacchanal," Sarah said. 

Ashley laughed and slapped at Ethan's shoulders to clear out. He pulled out of her, not minding at all that he hadn't come yet, content to stretch his state of high arousal on forever.