Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2005 7:46 pm
THIRTY
Kylie had been waiting for the right moment to speak to Liz. Finally, she pulled her aside as the band packed up after a short rehearsal. With her hand hiding her mouth she whispered, “Liz. I think Kyle wants to have sex with me.”
Liz looked at her red cheeks and tried to keep from smiling. “Oh…don’t worry. I’ll talk to him. He’ll stop bothering you now.”
“What?” Kylie shook her head and held up her hands. “No!”
Liz’s face showed her surprise.
“I mean…” Kylie was nearly the colour of a tomato. “I think I want to as well.”
“Really?” Liz raised her eyebrows. “You don’t want to wait for someone who actually cares about you or somethin’?”
Kylie shrugged. “He’s a rock star! Who better to have my first time with?”
Liz laughed dryly. “Whatever you say. Just…don’t let him”—she realized she didn’t know what else to say—“never mind.”
Max came over and picked her up around her waist. “Let’s get out of here,” he said and tossed her over his shoulder. “Coming Kylie?”
“Ah…” Liz glanced at her. “No…she’s going to stay here. You’re going to have to put up with just me.”
“How horrible,” he pinched her bottom and headed off towards the door. He called back a dramatic ‘BYE!’ to the guys. “Do not interrupt me for the rest of the night or I will kill you.”
Michael laughed and whistled.
They went for a walk but Max got stopped for autographs so ended up back at his place. They made dinner together in his—surprisingly well equipped—kitchen. Liz did most of the work. “Everything I’ve learnt,” she said, “Is from Rita.”
“Rita’s food was delicious,” Max commented, licking some pasta sauce off the tip of his finger.
“Do you think Kylie will be alright with Kyle?” she asked. She worried about leaving her all alone with him. “Do you think he’ll be…gentle?”
Max burst out laughing. “How the hell should I know? Fuck!”
Liz rolled her eyes. “She’s a virgin and…”
“Well that’s pretty obvious,” Max said.
They sat on the couch and ate with their food on their laps. Liz had a glass of red wine. The good stuff, too. He’d got it especially.
Afterwards she asked Max to sing her a song so he went and grabbed his guitar.
The tune he chose was soft and romantic—nothing she’d heard from him before. His voice low and meaningful. The lyrics filled her heart.
I know we gotta work our jobs and make some money to get by in this expensive world.
Don't let that overtake the fact that before all that, you are still my girl.
He sat on the coffee table and whereas he stared at her she stared at his hands magically shifting back and forth on the strings. She was concentrating on what he was saying—just like always.
Basically the song expressed that even though he was away he was thinking about her.
She wished she had something to record his voice so she could hear it all again when she felt unsure about them.
He sounded beautiful and (like usual) she wondered at his talent.
After he was done she took the guitar from him and placed it carefully on the carpet. They kissed and Liz grasped his wrists, tugging him onto her.
Once embraced on the couch Max began rubbing his crotch suggestively against hers. To let him know how good it felt she let out a loud erotic moan and clenched her fingers around the neck of his shirt. He pulled her dress over her head so she was bare except her underwear. Soon they were gone too.
“Max…” she breathed, feeling his desire. “Please…”
He dropped his hand to her inner thigh and traced the curves of her lips up and down. It drove Liz crazy with desire to feel the tip of his finger, barely brushing her wetness teasing and probing…
Finally she watched, biting her lip, as he unbuckled his belt with one hand and unzipped his jeans. Her legs were bent and spread open as far as the couch would allow.
He prepared himself and was just brushing her entrance when the phone rang. At first he considered ignoring it but Liz propped herself up on her elbows expectantly.
“That might be important,” she said.
With a sigh he tucked himself back into his pants and got up.
It was Kylie. She wanted to speak to Liz.
“You have to come and get me,” she said. “Like…now.”
“What? Why?” Liz sat up and tucked her hair behind her ears. “What happened?”
“I chickened out!” Kylie cried. “And now I need you to rescue me. Come get me from his place please.”
“Alright, alright. I’ll leave now.”
Max’s face fell when she hung up. “Where are you going?” he asked.
“I have to go get her.”
She grabbed her dress and tugged it over her head. “Sorry. I’ll be back soon. Where is my underwear?” she looked around frantically.
He looked devilish. “I have no idea. You’ll have to go without them.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine. We’ll”—she kissed his mouth sensually—“Finish when I get back. Promise…”
“You bet we will.”
Only Kylie wanted to talk all about it when they got back. She was extremely embarrassed and needed a hug and shoulder from a good friend.
While waiting Max cleaned the dinner dishes and put them away. He got Liz a mug of tea and himself some ice cream… but they still they continued. He wondered what there could possibly be to say. His ice cream gone, and still waiting, he went and had a shower.
Unbelievably, they were still talking after he’d dressed and taken his old clothes to the washing basket.
Every time he walked past she gave him a sympathetic ‘knowing’ look.
Eventually he gave up and melted into bed around eleven. The lamp stayed on and he read a magazine while he waited…and waited…and waited…
When she finally came in and closed the door she wasted no time. He’d barely looked up and she’d striped her dress and was before him on her hands and knee’s and looking gorgeous.
“Thank you…” she murmured kissing his mouth repetitively. “I love you.”
He laughed against her lips and wrapped his arms around her. “Come here…lie down…”
“No,” she grinned and pushed him backwards, “you lie down and feel. I need to give you a treat after your being so wonderfully patient and wonderful.”
“A treat huh?”
She crawled under the blankets and rested in between his thighs. He didn’t even twitch when she took him into her mouth and used her tongue to drive him insane with pleasure. She did everything she could to satisfy him. Including rubbing her breasts on him and grasping his sacks with her hand.
It did not take long until he yelped in satisfaction and shuddered in release.
She rubbed her lips against the hair under his navel and licked the warm, dry skin of his chest. Finally she sat up and straddled his hips.
She was moving against him when suddenly she noticed the page in the magazine he’d been reading earlier. She stopped. “Who’s that?”
He panted. “What?”
“That girl. It’s a picture of you and a girl.” She leaned over and picked it up. She showed him. “It’s says it was taken in June.”
He couldn’t believe she’d just stopped all of a sudden. As if he could answer questions right now. As if he could think coherently… He moaned. “I don’t know…Liz…fuck…”
“You two look cosy…” she raised her eye brows. The girl had her arms around his waist and was grinning suggestively. The picture was taken in the middle of the day and he had sunglasses on so she couldn’t tell his expression. He wasn’t smiling but he wasn’t angry either. Neutral.
He moaned again. “I don’t know her. Christ almighty Liz…please…”
She finished him off but didn’t take anything for herself. She wouldn’t be able to enjoy relief until she had answers.
Her hips grinded purposefully up and down and her back arched. Her perky breasts were thrust upwards. Everything Max loved to feel and watch she gave him.
He panted loudly and held her thighs tightly with his hands.
He came when sweat was just forming on her inner thighs. The friction from the clenching against his sides.
He took a moment to recover. His arms went to his head where they grasped his hair. “Fuck,” he mumbled.
Liz looked at him expectantly. Not moving.
“Well?” she said.
He looked at her. “What?”
She picked up the magazine again and showed him.
He somehow managed to sit up so his chest was against hers. She tried to move away but he wrapped his arms around her. “The truth is,” he said, kissing the corner of her mouth, “I don’t know. Just some fan I think. Are you worried about this? You shouldn’t be.”
She rubbed her eyes. “Yeah I know.”
He moved his mouth to her neck. “There’s going to be photo’s of me with girls Brownie. There’s going to be stories in tabloids…” he kissed her jaw and she tilted her head back, “You’re going to have to trust me. If you ask, I’m going to tell you the truth.” He lowered his arms to her waist so he could lean down and kiss her breasts, “A magazine…” he continued, “it’s written to make money and sell copies. Would you rather trust that?”
“I trust you,” she said breathlessly.
“Good,” he smiled and kissed her mouth, “Because I trust you.”
One of his hands came down her hip and she felt it dip inwards. His fingers found her warm centre and started rubbing—just like she’d shown him she liked.
Her eyes drifted closed and he whispered (with amusement), “Is that good?”
Her mouth opened partially and she nodded. Her breathing grew harsher and he buried his face in her arched neck, kissing and nibbling.
It was clear to him when she came. She began mumbling, “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yesssss,” repetitively and then her whole body stiffened against his. Her eyes were glistening with happiness when she opened them again.
“Kylie probably heard that,” Max joked.
Liz laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I hope not,” she said.
~*~
It was raining on and off on August 15th—the day Woodstock was scheduled to begin. Crowds flooded in and the roads were blocked for twenty miles. The turn out was amazing. The city and state officials of Bethel thought they knew what to expect but more people came then they could ever have imagined.
The band was supposed to be performing as apart of the Saturday night bill. Other bands that night included The Who, the Jefferson Airplane, Janis Joplin, Creedence Clearwater Revival, the Grateful Dead and Canned Heat. Throughout Friday the band heard countless stories of how the festival was going. Apparently most of the performers were staying at a Holiday Inn in Monticello and they couldn’t travel to the venue by car because of the traffic. Helicopters were the only mode of transport.
Sure enough, Devils Gold was contacted by the Woodstock promoters on Saturday morning and told where they could catch their helicopter from. Liz and Kylie were told they weren’t allowed to come but Max put his foot down and said, ‘If they’re not going. I’m not going.’
The producers were desperate and needed more music so they gave in. The planned strategy for the evening (music start at 7pm on Saturday and continue until midnight) had already been canned and now deemed that acts should start later and play until dawn.
The helicopter was late and the one that finally turned up was on loan from the army. Liz found that amusing considering the Woodstock festival was supposed to promote peace.
The flight wasn’t long and the sight of the crowds from up in the air was amazing. Kylie couldn’t stop talking about it.
Liz could just imagine all the teenagers that had lied to their parents about where they were this weekend. If it were a couple of years earlier she might have been doing the same thing. Instead she was getting off a helicopter and walking towards the back stage entrance with a handful of rock stars. And Max had his arm around her shoulders.
“Max, who paid for all of this?” Kylie asked. She was sticking close by, trying not to get in the way.
“Um,” Max scratched his head. “I heard of four guys: John, Joel, Artie and Michael. When they originally planned it, it was supposed to be a concert for about fifty-thousand. I’m guessing there are more than a couple of hundred thousand people down there right now.”
It was still raining and they were ushered off to the dressing rooms—which were actually tepee-sized tents. A producer begged them to perform longer than they’d originally planned and the band agreed.
Liz saw that they were digging a mini-trench behind the tents to stop the rain from flooding everything. There were hospital tents near-by and people continuously milled around, in and out. It was absolute chaos. Max held her hand and tugged her along and she held Kylie’s hand—terrified of loosing her.
The chaos by the tents was nothing compared to the bustle in front of the stages. It was raining and muddy and people were stretched out for miles in dirty sleeping bags. There were clothes and rubbish everywhere and at the back, free food vans and toilet facilities.
Musicians were getting stoned backstage. Apparently, by the time they got on stage, they broke with song orders and played whatever came to them. The crowd didn’t seem to mind.
Liz met Janis Joplin (who’d just come off and was exhausted) and the guys from Grateful Dead. Kylie was hyperventilating from excitement.
Michael lit a joint and shared it with Alex. Max had to have a puff to calm down.
“This is the biggest crowd we’ve ever performed for,” Kyle said. “Holy shit.”
Alex mumbled fuck over and over. They lit another joint.
Liz had a hit with them. She was just as nervous and excited as they were.
It was just before midnight when they were to go on. Tens of thousands of fans lit candles in the darkness.
~*~
Hellllllllllo. Thanks for everything guys. Hope you liked this,
~nicola
Kylie had been waiting for the right moment to speak to Liz. Finally, she pulled her aside as the band packed up after a short rehearsal. With her hand hiding her mouth she whispered, “Liz. I think Kyle wants to have sex with me.”
Liz looked at her red cheeks and tried to keep from smiling. “Oh…don’t worry. I’ll talk to him. He’ll stop bothering you now.”
“What?” Kylie shook her head and held up her hands. “No!”
Liz’s face showed her surprise.
“I mean…” Kylie was nearly the colour of a tomato. “I think I want to as well.”
“Really?” Liz raised her eyebrows. “You don’t want to wait for someone who actually cares about you or somethin’?”
Kylie shrugged. “He’s a rock star! Who better to have my first time with?”
Liz laughed dryly. “Whatever you say. Just…don’t let him”—she realized she didn’t know what else to say—“never mind.”
Max came over and picked her up around her waist. “Let’s get out of here,” he said and tossed her over his shoulder. “Coming Kylie?”
“Ah…” Liz glanced at her. “No…she’s going to stay here. You’re going to have to put up with just me.”
“How horrible,” he pinched her bottom and headed off towards the door. He called back a dramatic ‘BYE!’ to the guys. “Do not interrupt me for the rest of the night or I will kill you.”
Michael laughed and whistled.
They went for a walk but Max got stopped for autographs so ended up back at his place. They made dinner together in his—surprisingly well equipped—kitchen. Liz did most of the work. “Everything I’ve learnt,” she said, “Is from Rita.”
“Rita’s food was delicious,” Max commented, licking some pasta sauce off the tip of his finger.
“Do you think Kylie will be alright with Kyle?” she asked. She worried about leaving her all alone with him. “Do you think he’ll be…gentle?”
Max burst out laughing. “How the hell should I know? Fuck!”
Liz rolled her eyes. “She’s a virgin and…”
“Well that’s pretty obvious,” Max said.
They sat on the couch and ate with their food on their laps. Liz had a glass of red wine. The good stuff, too. He’d got it especially.
Afterwards she asked Max to sing her a song so he went and grabbed his guitar.
The tune he chose was soft and romantic—nothing she’d heard from him before. His voice low and meaningful. The lyrics filled her heart.
I know we gotta work our jobs and make some money to get by in this expensive world.
Don't let that overtake the fact that before all that, you are still my girl.
He sat on the coffee table and whereas he stared at her she stared at his hands magically shifting back and forth on the strings. She was concentrating on what he was saying—just like always.
Basically the song expressed that even though he was away he was thinking about her.
She wished she had something to record his voice so she could hear it all again when she felt unsure about them.
He sounded beautiful and (like usual) she wondered at his talent.
After he was done she took the guitar from him and placed it carefully on the carpet. They kissed and Liz grasped his wrists, tugging him onto her.
Once embraced on the couch Max began rubbing his crotch suggestively against hers. To let him know how good it felt she let out a loud erotic moan and clenched her fingers around the neck of his shirt. He pulled her dress over her head so she was bare except her underwear. Soon they were gone too.
“Max…” she breathed, feeling his desire. “Please…”
He dropped his hand to her inner thigh and traced the curves of her lips up and down. It drove Liz crazy with desire to feel the tip of his finger, barely brushing her wetness teasing and probing…
Finally she watched, biting her lip, as he unbuckled his belt with one hand and unzipped his jeans. Her legs were bent and spread open as far as the couch would allow.
He prepared himself and was just brushing her entrance when the phone rang. At first he considered ignoring it but Liz propped herself up on her elbows expectantly.
“That might be important,” she said.
With a sigh he tucked himself back into his pants and got up.
It was Kylie. She wanted to speak to Liz.
“You have to come and get me,” she said. “Like…now.”
“What? Why?” Liz sat up and tucked her hair behind her ears. “What happened?”
“I chickened out!” Kylie cried. “And now I need you to rescue me. Come get me from his place please.”
“Alright, alright. I’ll leave now.”
Max’s face fell when she hung up. “Where are you going?” he asked.
“I have to go get her.”
She grabbed her dress and tugged it over her head. “Sorry. I’ll be back soon. Where is my underwear?” she looked around frantically.
He looked devilish. “I have no idea. You’ll have to go without them.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine. We’ll”—she kissed his mouth sensually—“Finish when I get back. Promise…”
“You bet we will.”
Only Kylie wanted to talk all about it when they got back. She was extremely embarrassed and needed a hug and shoulder from a good friend.
While waiting Max cleaned the dinner dishes and put them away. He got Liz a mug of tea and himself some ice cream… but they still they continued. He wondered what there could possibly be to say. His ice cream gone, and still waiting, he went and had a shower.
Unbelievably, they were still talking after he’d dressed and taken his old clothes to the washing basket.
Every time he walked past she gave him a sympathetic ‘knowing’ look.
Eventually he gave up and melted into bed around eleven. The lamp stayed on and he read a magazine while he waited…and waited…and waited…
When she finally came in and closed the door she wasted no time. He’d barely looked up and she’d striped her dress and was before him on her hands and knee’s and looking gorgeous.
“Thank you…” she murmured kissing his mouth repetitively. “I love you.”
He laughed against her lips and wrapped his arms around her. “Come here…lie down…”
“No,” she grinned and pushed him backwards, “you lie down and feel. I need to give you a treat after your being so wonderfully patient and wonderful.”
“A treat huh?”
She crawled under the blankets and rested in between his thighs. He didn’t even twitch when she took him into her mouth and used her tongue to drive him insane with pleasure. She did everything she could to satisfy him. Including rubbing her breasts on him and grasping his sacks with her hand.
It did not take long until he yelped in satisfaction and shuddered in release.
She rubbed her lips against the hair under his navel and licked the warm, dry skin of his chest. Finally she sat up and straddled his hips.
She was moving against him when suddenly she noticed the page in the magazine he’d been reading earlier. She stopped. “Who’s that?”
He panted. “What?”
“That girl. It’s a picture of you and a girl.” She leaned over and picked it up. She showed him. “It’s says it was taken in June.”
He couldn’t believe she’d just stopped all of a sudden. As if he could answer questions right now. As if he could think coherently… He moaned. “I don’t know…Liz…fuck…”
“You two look cosy…” she raised her eye brows. The girl had her arms around his waist and was grinning suggestively. The picture was taken in the middle of the day and he had sunglasses on so she couldn’t tell his expression. He wasn’t smiling but he wasn’t angry either. Neutral.
He moaned again. “I don’t know her. Christ almighty Liz…please…”
She finished him off but didn’t take anything for herself. She wouldn’t be able to enjoy relief until she had answers.
Her hips grinded purposefully up and down and her back arched. Her perky breasts were thrust upwards. Everything Max loved to feel and watch she gave him.
He panted loudly and held her thighs tightly with his hands.
He came when sweat was just forming on her inner thighs. The friction from the clenching against his sides.
He took a moment to recover. His arms went to his head where they grasped his hair. “Fuck,” he mumbled.
Liz looked at him expectantly. Not moving.
“Well?” she said.
He looked at her. “What?”
She picked up the magazine again and showed him.
He somehow managed to sit up so his chest was against hers. She tried to move away but he wrapped his arms around her. “The truth is,” he said, kissing the corner of her mouth, “I don’t know. Just some fan I think. Are you worried about this? You shouldn’t be.”
She rubbed her eyes. “Yeah I know.”
He moved his mouth to her neck. “There’s going to be photo’s of me with girls Brownie. There’s going to be stories in tabloids…” he kissed her jaw and she tilted her head back, “You’re going to have to trust me. If you ask, I’m going to tell you the truth.” He lowered his arms to her waist so he could lean down and kiss her breasts, “A magazine…” he continued, “it’s written to make money and sell copies. Would you rather trust that?”
“I trust you,” she said breathlessly.
“Good,” he smiled and kissed her mouth, “Because I trust you.”
One of his hands came down her hip and she felt it dip inwards. His fingers found her warm centre and started rubbing—just like she’d shown him she liked.
Her eyes drifted closed and he whispered (with amusement), “Is that good?”
Her mouth opened partially and she nodded. Her breathing grew harsher and he buried his face in her arched neck, kissing and nibbling.
It was clear to him when she came. She began mumbling, “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yesssss,” repetitively and then her whole body stiffened against his. Her eyes were glistening with happiness when she opened them again.
“Kylie probably heard that,” Max joked.
Liz laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I hope not,” she said.
~*~
It was raining on and off on August 15th—the day Woodstock was scheduled to begin. Crowds flooded in and the roads were blocked for twenty miles. The turn out was amazing. The city and state officials of Bethel thought they knew what to expect but more people came then they could ever have imagined.
The band was supposed to be performing as apart of the Saturday night bill. Other bands that night included The Who, the Jefferson Airplane, Janis Joplin, Creedence Clearwater Revival, the Grateful Dead and Canned Heat. Throughout Friday the band heard countless stories of how the festival was going. Apparently most of the performers were staying at a Holiday Inn in Monticello and they couldn’t travel to the venue by car because of the traffic. Helicopters were the only mode of transport.
Sure enough, Devils Gold was contacted by the Woodstock promoters on Saturday morning and told where they could catch their helicopter from. Liz and Kylie were told they weren’t allowed to come but Max put his foot down and said, ‘If they’re not going. I’m not going.’
The producers were desperate and needed more music so they gave in. The planned strategy for the evening (music start at 7pm on Saturday and continue until midnight) had already been canned and now deemed that acts should start later and play until dawn.
The helicopter was late and the one that finally turned up was on loan from the army. Liz found that amusing considering the Woodstock festival was supposed to promote peace.
The flight wasn’t long and the sight of the crowds from up in the air was amazing. Kylie couldn’t stop talking about it.
Liz could just imagine all the teenagers that had lied to their parents about where they were this weekend. If it were a couple of years earlier she might have been doing the same thing. Instead she was getting off a helicopter and walking towards the back stage entrance with a handful of rock stars. And Max had his arm around her shoulders.
“Max, who paid for all of this?” Kylie asked. She was sticking close by, trying not to get in the way.
“Um,” Max scratched his head. “I heard of four guys: John, Joel, Artie and Michael. When they originally planned it, it was supposed to be a concert for about fifty-thousand. I’m guessing there are more than a couple of hundred thousand people down there right now.”
It was still raining and they were ushered off to the dressing rooms—which were actually tepee-sized tents. A producer begged them to perform longer than they’d originally planned and the band agreed.
Liz saw that they were digging a mini-trench behind the tents to stop the rain from flooding everything. There were hospital tents near-by and people continuously milled around, in and out. It was absolute chaos. Max held her hand and tugged her along and she held Kylie’s hand—terrified of loosing her.
The chaos by the tents was nothing compared to the bustle in front of the stages. It was raining and muddy and people were stretched out for miles in dirty sleeping bags. There were clothes and rubbish everywhere and at the back, free food vans and toilet facilities.
Musicians were getting stoned backstage. Apparently, by the time they got on stage, they broke with song orders and played whatever came to them. The crowd didn’t seem to mind.
Liz met Janis Joplin (who’d just come off and was exhausted) and the guys from Grateful Dead. Kylie was hyperventilating from excitement.
Michael lit a joint and shared it with Alex. Max had to have a puff to calm down.
“This is the biggest crowd we’ve ever performed for,” Kyle said. “Holy shit.”
Alex mumbled fuck over and over. They lit another joint.
Liz had a hit with them. She was just as nervous and excited as they were.
It was just before midnight when they were to go on. Tens of thousands of fans lit candles in the darkness.
~*~
Hellllllllllo. Thanks for everything guys. Hope you liked this,
~nicola