My diary hit an abrupt end just then. My diary didn’t reveal the full extent of the night’s festivities.
It turns out the boys didn’t listen and I learnt that quickly. I hadn’t listened either. The children were with Bruce for one of the few times I required him while on the road. Yes, of course, I had Bruce when I was on stage, but I quickly snatched my precious trio back. This was one of the few times we had let loose.
Suddenly it was two in the morning and I was sure everyone has retired for the night. There was Frank, Seth and myself. We all decided to crash into the Sandoval accommodations. I kept Frank about my children – damn guilt. I fell through the door, and onto the sofa. I was wedged in the middle, with Frank to my left and Seth to my right. Seth’s wine glass, half full was sitting precariously near the edge of the table, looking as if at a moment’s notice it would fly off the surface and splash all over my pristine carpet. Frank lifted himself out of the distorted sofa and made the first move. I was struck by a moment of clarity. Shit, what if Frank dares mention our conversation of two years ago. I would be mortified.
*“Hey Seth – there is something I feel I need to ask. Can you answer this for me?”*
*“How potentially awkward.”*
It was like a tin of paint was slowly being poured over my brain, like the information I had just heard was leaking into my intoxicated mind. Seth looked a bit perplexed, and I don’t blame him.
*“You, Kitty. Got your dick wet but then you wanted it wet with someone else. Would you bang her now?”*
Frank sounded quite serious.
Seth looked at me. *“Well yes…I did when I was much younger and I was a selfish prick back then. I haven’t stopped being attracted to her. It is no wonder she moved onto Stephen so quick and the guys fawned all over her at university.”*
I spat out my wine, my face went burning red with embarrassment and I got up. I hadn’t been quite prepared for that answer to be so forthcoming. I hid in the bathroom. I could overhear the two of them out there. It was like listening to a half tuned radio station, I could only just make out what they were talking about. Oh my gosh, am I really hearing this? I wanted to sink even further into the ground. Face in hands, long black fingernails somehow protecting me from the pornographic chatter I could hear. I felt even more ashamed that my underwear was soaking wet and I was frisky as hell. I can’t just stay in the bathroom now can I? I don’t even know how I ended up in this situation. I had two choices. Stay in here and hope the opportunity to speak up would fade, or go out there and confront it.
I went with the latter. I came out from the bathroom with a face so flush with mortification.
*“Seth, what about those first six months at university? Rumour was that there were cracks in that Bond Barker alliance back then…and I thought, wow. I wonder if he might consider me again. Since I was, as you know…experienced. Then I went and met Stephen and just about married him. By the time that bit the dust, you were married for convenience’s sake with two kids and another on the way. I often wondered – if you were so unhappy with Bree, you felt okay telling other people this, yet you could never tell me. Sure, you may have wanted me but you kinda blew the opportunity when it existed.”*
*“I wanted to protect the sanctity of our friendship.”*
*“That just about sounds bullshit…it was a flimsy friendship. It was like you only wanted to be around me because of the band.”*
*“You are untouchable. You do look quite magnetic now.”*
*“How…? Untouchable? Who was it who broke the relationship off weeks within the school ball?”*
Seth sighed. I kept going on.
*“I figured we were just too immature. But my…I couldn’t stop looking at you through those last two years of high school without wanting to take your clothes off. There. I said it. Sure, for three years my mind was elsewhere but when Stephen ended it, I went home, and I was walking along the main street heading for that milkshake place we always went to. I saw your cousin, Luke. He told me how you were feeling like a deer caught in the headlights. I ended up going back to my car and driving out to the beach. Memories of sunset and driftwood…and compound sadness.”*
That sexual tension in that room threatened to blow up into something we would regret in the morning.
*“We are drunk. Really fucking drunk. Maybe we should sleep it off and see how we feel in the morning.”*
*“Ok” I whispered. “Good night then, Seth.”*
*“Night night Kitty, night to you too Frank. I shall see you in the morning.”*
I felt incredibly unsatisfied. One need also bear in mind he was only separated from his wife. I looked at Frank.
*“What the fuck just happened?”*
>Dear diary, last night was peculiar. Frank, Seth and I got a bit drunk and well…Seth admitted he was still as attracted to me as he was ten years ago. But the conversation was awkward. Now I always get frisky when I am drunk. I was on this occasion but I didn’t want to fuck my own partner. It felt a little too weird for me. It took me ages to drift off to sleep. I kept sipping my water waiting for the drunkenness to pass over. I finally got to sleep at 4:30 a.m.
By the time I got out of bed, it was lunchtime and I thought I had missed the sound check. Apparently not, it was delayed because of a few AWOL folk. Blessed with no hangover – it must have been all that water I chugged back post-weird sexual tension moment. In a way, I was really keen to get up and talk to Seth sober, but at the same time, I just wanted to forget it even happened. Why would he even remember, remember he was drunk too. I sent him off to bed with a huge bottle of water.
I tried getting out of bed as quietly as I could. I put my robe on and crept out the door. I had a slightly covert operation. Nothing quite sordid, I swear. There was Seth’s “box”. The robe was a winner in my books. The silk would magically stick to my curves and my tits looked stunning in it. It was a gift I had received when we were in Japan in 1974. It turned out it was a very good thing to wear when pregnant! But it was so sexy. Frank could attest to that. He has a picture of me in his writing room of me six months pregnant with the twins in this robe. Curves galore…
His front door was unlatched. His bedroom door ajar, there was Bluebird lying there. I didn’t realize he was awake and he was looking at an empty bottle of wine as well as a selection of rather X rated magazines. I had no idea he read such magazines. You learn new things about people on tour. Seth never let anyone into that box. He must have heard my footsteps and he knew straight away it was me. He rolled over and looked right at me and I felt like he had just stared into the deepest part of my soul. Love isn’t easy but it sure is hard enough.
*“What was last night all about then, Kitty?”*
Again, that red flush filled my cheeks and I felt a flood downstairs, I swear my lubrication was going down my leg.
*“We were drunk.”*
With my utterance, I leant over the bed. My breasts threatened to spill from their silken confines right into his face. That would be right; he had probably been ogling at my chest for years. That word had not even escaped when I began to imagine wrapping my lips around his big hard cock and how I could literally blow him away to somewhere he had never been before. I had always prided myself in that department; I had had a lot of experience. I had the cloud lifted.
*“Kitty …”*
*“Do you remember back a few years ago on that hilltop overlooking the beach? That was a beautiful night. I ruined it. I don’t know if you realized, but I was high as a kite on LSD that night. I was having a weird trip, it just seemed screwed up. I was screwed up – it was not just you but Stephen started going weird then too. You were going to tell me something, and I cut you off because I felt like my drugged up mind wouldn’t be able to cope with what you were going to tell me. You walked off…things were not the same after that.”*
*“I am so sorry. I never forgot that moment. I thought of it when we were dancing at that “keys to the city” thing a while ago. I tried forgetting it. I know at the time I was hurting quite badly.”*
*“I feel bad for bringing it up, six years later.”*
*“I was trapped. You were getting away from me. By the time I wanted to tell you again, I had already had another child and you were with Frank.”*
*“Can I get in the bed with you, Seth? Can you hug me?”*
This was surreal shit. That robe only just covered everything. So did his. But it was the first time I could actually feel his body. Old romantic feelings began to trickle into the mind. He was so attractive. I hadn’t looked so intently at his face for years. I never thought he would realize what he was meant to be.
*“I hope you understand how hard this has been for me. I love Frank too.”*
We spent the next hour telling each other of the times where we had been upset for some reason. Like the fact I spent his wedding high on LSD. We couldn’t embrace for long; we were overdue for our sound check. Frank had woken with a hangover. I had explained to Frank how I felt. As much as I loved Frank, I also loved Seth just as much. I asked if there was room for both of them in my life.
*“I was half expecting either of you to dump your respective partners and run off together…I do understand.”*
Today has been low key and we were looking forward to this last night at the river. Show time was in an hour. I was admiring the view across the vineyard. There was a somewhat heady scent in the air and I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was. Seth was standing next to me. We did little but relax and share Cheshire Cat smiles with each other. The sexual tension was thick; it could have been cut with a knife. The tensions broke when your fellow band members, their other halves and eventually their kids think you have chosen the perfect spot to sit down and chat. I didn’t want to chat…I just wanted Seth to bend me over his bed and thrust his cock into me and just bang me hard. I held that thought in mind. I also imagined him fucking me with his tongue and getting my juice all over his face while the Kitty…well…quivered. As the sunset came down, I felt like it had also set on my seemingly mundane life. I don’t know what the night has in mind. I had both twins in my hands and realised both were getting too big to be carried at the same time. I was going to have to hand my precious bairns back shortly.
There was the stage. Frank in the centre with a mike stand and a contraption to hold other instruments. Theo was close on his left hand side. Blake was further away on the right. In the back line on the left was Staff with everything you could possibly imagine, including a triangle. On the right was me, surrounded by a swathe of glorious colour and flowers. On the podium, up higher than the rest of us was. I remembered our stage set up but usually little else. We did not rely on pre-packaged banter. Frank was an extremely charming talker with the audience, spiels prolific in dirty jokes. I never remember specific things he said until this gig.
*“Hello, hello, greetings to you all. My, what a lovely place you have come to. Tonight I will be playing songs on a certain theme. Why it brings the band together, it just about pulls the band apart. It may very well do the same for you. Tonight, I am dedicating the show…to love.”*
That generated a large eruption of applause from the audience. I had no idea what we were going to play. Did we have that many love songs?
We were not a love song band. Yet as far back as 1969, Frank was writing little love ditties he dedicated in his mind to a woman who was off the market and off limits. That was me. I still remember the moment in Paris after Stephen and I had made love for the last time before he had to head home. It was a deeply emotional time, being 1970 and missing my fiancé dreadfully while playing in a band I didn’t quite feel part of. Stephen told me to look at the lyrics to “For Your Pleasure”. Half the songs were love songs, inspired by yours truly. Frank was not the catalyst for my engagement break up because he didn’t venture the now worn garden path until two years later. There were enough songs for an hour and a half. This was the standard length of a show. I should have been distracted as Seth kept sending me strange looks and Stephen kept looking at me as if to say *“what the fuck is going on over there?”*. When it came to which song I was going to sing, it was a hard choice. I went with one called “Reasons” from the album “Scratchings”. I loved playing the keys but I chose it as I felt it was representative of love. The many loves. Frank held my hand for much of it. It was a very sweet moment.
Post show, it was time for another blow out. I was hoping it wouldn’t go on too late as we had an eight in the morning roll call for the onward journey north. Indeed, I am sure it was the only time all tour we had heavy drinking two nights in a row, and we had been asked to dress up a bit. A tight black dress ought to work. I was alone outside. Frank had gone to have a drunken chatter with Blake, Tommy and Stephen. It was a real men’s club at times. The sun had long gone below the horizon and I saw stars filling the sky. The sky still had that shimmering blue green look to it that was extremely familiar. I chanced upon a shooting star. I made a wish. I didn’t even have the usual company of the band wives. Rhiannon, Sally, Minnie – my girls had free time! The wives had a good gossip and giggle when together. Not a soul in sight…I wondered where they were…
*“That is odd…where are they?”*
*“Butterfly, I am here. Come with me.”*
*“Seth, is that you?”*
I saw his face for the briefest period under a harsh outdoor light.
*“I thought you were with the others?”*
*“No. I haven’t had a drop to drink. Not interested. Come with me…”*
I then felt Seth grab me from behind. It gave me a fright – he was being most forward
*“Keep quiet…we cannot alert anyone to our disappearing act.”*
It was quite forceful and I had never felt him quite grab me like that before. A hand on my hips was akin to the blossoming of a flower. What was the point of my underwear? It was damp from my pussy and I could definitely feel the juice running. It didn’t take much to get me excited. I could feel my nipples harden.
*“Holy hell, I feel like a sixteen-year-old all over again.”*
It couldn’t have felt more natural. He held me close. He led me to his quarters. He slowly guided me around the room, with the slight touch of his hand being quite a jolt to my system. It was like a slow dance into ecstasy. I hate to sound clichéd but I was really looking forward to what might happen next.
Before I was with Frank, I was quite the girl around town, having my fair share of blowjobs, and late night delights with the tall drink of water, Stephen. You got that when you were the tarty star on television before you became the band’s much-revered keyboard player. I had worried about how I was going to be able to sustain a long term relationship with Frank and had almost resigned to myself that I was to be a slave to the notion of monogamy, though I had been granted a reprieve by the sheer nature of my open relationship with Frank. No offence, my darling Frank.
Seth had me arched over the bed and he started taking my dress off. It was a tight fit so it took a while but I could feel the bite of the cool winter air with each inch of clothing that was pulled up. I could feel his lips caressing my stomach. I willed him to go further.
*“I was not expecting this at all.”*
*“Did you want me to stop?”*
*“God, no…”*
I lay flat on my back and spread my legs. The pressure was quite intense.
Wow, never mind the fact he was going to soon plunge that much wanted cock deep in me, but the whole scenario was a bit of a mind fuck. Those black panties of mine were merely nothing under the sheer weight of wetness. Starting from my feet, he ran his hands up the insides of my legs, up towards my thighs. I waited for him to say something, but the looks he gave me seemed to indicate he was pleased with how this was going so far.
*“Oh my god…”*
He slipped his hand under my underwear and he was greeted with a musky sweet scent that was all of my own. I could have had an orgasm right there and then. As the seconds passed, I became more nervous. Although I tend to be full of bravado at times, I still worry I am a disappointment.
*“Seth. I get very wet.”*
*“It is incredibly inviting and extremely addictive if I remember correctly.”*
I let out the smallest giggle.
*“There are a lot of things I could have said at this moment and I have stated the obvious.”*
Suddenly those boobs of mine were set free. I hadn’t seen them quite so flushed and full looking. His hands were so gentle. He felt so different from Frank. Frank wasn’t rough or anything, he was just a bit rugged I guess. Those hands felt silky soft
.
*“You seem so anxious…why?”*
*“I didn’t think I existed in this kind of light for you for years. There was only ever the occasional hint that some sort of candle still burned.”*
*“It is a shitty cliché of sorts. But you have the warmest heart of anyone I know. Candle still burns for Stephen and me. It was like we ended things but the flame never went out. I don’t know how you handle it.”*
My nipples stiffened further. Even when his hand had moved away, I could feel a lingering and much longing sensation for more. My mouth suddenly went potty. I was quite good at dirty talk and it spilled out into the Barker bedroom. I heard a sharp intake of breath and Seth positioned himself down there. I could sense him just watching me and watching me become more excited and the fact my cunt was just begging for it. I just needed it so fucking bad. I swear I could almost hear a wet slap of sound, my panties were that soaked. I could feel his fingers spread my lips apart and the cool air hit them. The flat of his tongue hit my pussy and he just started this long, wet licks. At first his tongue was checking out the geography down there, till he had found the entrance and then to preceded to pretty much fuck me with his tongue. Wiggling around in my cunt, he got a fair whack of my juice in his mouth. He wasn’t complaining.
I then remembered I am not quiet but I was going to have keep quiet and be pent up…I didn’t really want the others hearing did I? His tongue pulled up and started making gentle strokes over my clitoris. I didn’t think I could be any wetter if I tried. He was twirling his tongue around it and my chest began to flush red again. Fuck…I just wanted to scream. I hadn’t felt any sensation quite like that and the wanting to be fucked good and hard was calling at me. I didn’t think I would be able to last much longer. That hole of mine has to be filled. I needed something, something that belonged to Seth. Well where was that cock when I needed it? I wanted it more than anything else at that moment.
He had a robe on. He had a very noticeable erection. I kicked myself for not even offering my services to run my tongue over his shaft and have him fuck my mouth. It was me who needed the pleasuring. I could feel butterflies in my stomach. In my head I heard some of the words Frank had echoed to me some time in late 1973 when our relationship was still very new and malleable.
>*“We don’t eat at the same restaurant every day, why are we same with our lovers?”*
Philosophy was well and truly out the window. God damn it. I wanted to see his dick. I can see the shape and I can almost feel it. At the moment, the hole was plugged. He had slipped his fingers into me. Not for a moment did his tongue stop. He was still flicking my clit and that was wiping my wetness clean. I felt dirty, good dirty. I could feel those two fingers stroking the inside of me and I couldn’t help but force down on them so I could trap them. I just imagined his cock would feel different. I could imagine feeling every single one of those engorged veins and hoped it would be silky soft. Everything else had been so far. I had a tight pussy and I still have. It has been capable of making a man ejaculate incredibly quickly. I couldn’t be too tight, otherwise I would not have him thrusting into me, and those fingers were fucking me damn fine. My breathing became deeper. I remembered I was to be quiet.
I couldn’t be quiet. That tense, musk and sweat filled air was punctuated by the sounds of my moans and me calling Seth’s name over and over. Seth was not exactly quiet either; he let me know he was enjoying it too. I felt like I was flooded and I arched my back. I thrust my hips and squashed my cunt into his face. It meant his fingers penetrated me deeper. He was well and truly buried and I don’t know he could breath, the man is a machine. I was moving so much, I almost came right off the bed. I just felt the building up inside and I just needed a release. I had to relax into it. The rhythm of his tongue and his fingers was a perfect tune. It was a revelation for me, and a sensation that would to him, taste incredibly sweet. The rhythm was just seemed too perfect for us to be lovers. I didn’t want it to end, but the pressure down there was quite intense.
Well I lost it then. I howled the room down – I had exploded all over his face. The vibrations ran right through me, and my pussy contracted so hard, he could barely move his fingers. He could feel me gripping on them and he thought how shortly, his stirring cock would have the same fate. It was much bigger than his fingers and he wondered if my slit had the same power. I put my arms above my head and across my eyes. I hadn’t even had the time to contemplate what happened next. As I looked down, the robe had come off and there was his dick, fully erect and throbbing at the thought of entering me. He lay between my legs so I could feel his cock against my stomach and merely grazing me. His face was wet with me. His lips met my lips. He put his tongue, still tainted with my musk in my mouth and started to kiss. It was quite something to taste myself and I thought I did taste sweet. I could hardly believe he had been kissing me down there moments before. I heard the ping of a rubber. We must play safe of course. He moved slightly, so his cock was right against my slit. I moved my hips forward in the hope he would just slip in. I could almost feel his cock beating. He backed up a bit, and I could feel the tip just poking me ever so slightly.
I had to say something.
*“Can you please just fuck me? I have waited eleven years for this. Why are you teasing me?”*
I wasn’t being a bitch, I was begging. You do not make me orgasm like that and not fulfil your own obligations! He grabbed my legs and made sure I was wide open. I had on impossibly high heels and my fishnets had torn. I felt like a hooker and that was not a bad feeling. It was the feeling of power and control and the thought I may just be irresistible. His hands ran over the fishnets and they dragged on my skin. Seth looked at me. There were no words. It was just the feeling of wanting, and wanting to be banged. It took one clean swipe and his cock slammed into me. I instantly felt pleasure again; it was quite nice to have my cunt full of his cock. I doubted he would last much longer. He was thrusting his cock in and out of me and it was hitting the spot.
*“Fuck me harder.”*
I couldn’t help but almost sigh with pleasure and I was so not quiet! I wouldn’t have been surprised if the rest of the band heard us. The harder the thrust, the tighter I squeezed down on him. I made my pussy slide down his shaft like a vibrating ripple. It was all about the rhythm. The hard cock screwed me, with his balls slapping against my ass. There was quite a forcefulness I hadn’t yet seen. My pussy was a warm and tight place, most welcoming for his cock. I had my breasts bouncing around and already displaying the sex flush I commonly got with these sorts of things. He could barely contain himself. I felt his breathing change and it felt like it had moved all the way down to his cock inside of me. He was going faster. It was not just my turn to make noise he did too. He couldn’t even keep his head upright. He was right up against my stockings. He spasmed into me. There was a flood. He took his cock out and climbed to lie on top of me. It was nice to just feel the weight of him. He got up. I just lay there with my pussy leaking all over the silk sheets. I came over all shy all of a sudden and felt a bit embarrassed before giggling uncontrollably.
*“Now that is a sound I have not heard for ten years. I always found it rather sweet you giggled afterwards like it was some sort of release.”*
I looked like I had been in a tussle. My stockings were torn, my eye liner was weeping, I was heavily scented by my own perfume and my hair was in disarray. I suddenly felt very tired. *“Can you help me undress?”*
He removed my heels. The garter belt was off. He climbed in next to me to shower me in one huge hug. This was a fusion; I could never be sure where this was going to go. I could see the water running and again my mind was thinking of that water hitting his beautiful body. All that running, swimming and cycling came to good use. I was trembling.
*“Where on earth did this come from?”*
*“I don’t know. You were kind enough to let me stay with you. It was then I saw the woman I left behind. Just not the teenage girl. A fully grown woman, wife and mother. It struck a nerve. Yes, we did this a lot as teenagers and it was a lot of fun. But we didn’t stray past the old vanilla boundaries and all tour long, I have been watching you. Seeing you chatter about the old times with Don and Stephen. Wet t-shirts. Slow dancing and during the show tonight, I snapped. I just had to have you for the night.”*
*“And here I was thinking…oh never mind. I am tired…we need to sleep. The bus is at eight.”*
*“Sleep it is then. I haven’t slept in a bed with you since 1966. Did you know opportunities to sleep together over night were not that common?”*
*“He he, I do!”*
I never had such a good sleep in all my life. When I woke up, Seth was still with me.
I decided I was going to surprise him. I licked my lips at the thought of having that cock somewhere else and that place would be between my lips. I as quietly as I could slid beneath our sheets and hovered over him. It was just there. It didn’t look like much in its flaccid state. I knew better. I simply slipped it into my mouth and let my tongue do the work. I flickered and danced over the head of his cock and I could feel him stirring. He made some strange noises. I knew he was awakening in more ways than one. His cock grew stiffer and larger under the control of my pouted lips. I continued to suck on it and was hoping he would notice. Damn, it felt good and naughty. I couldn’t control the fact I had wet myself again. Suddenly the sheet flew off me.
*“Holy fuck, that feels good, keep going.”*
I didn’t flinch. I just keep doing the job. I would run one hand down the length of his shaft and feel how hot and hard it was. My other hand was fondling his balls. They were in contrast to the cock, being soft and flexible. I had to take my soft lips down there too and kiss them. Pinch them ever so slowly with those cock sucking lips. I ran the tongue up his shaft again, and Seth was in my mouth again. It was fucking my mouth that did the trick. He jerked about; he got me straight in the face. I had the cum dripping off me, and we couldn’t help but giggle. I heard a knock on the door. In a still drunken state, in came Frank. He took one look at me and said…
*“Kitty, you never needed my guidance, you are just awesome for blow jobs. Another job done well.”*
But where do we go to from here?
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