1. Jazz


    Date: 12/9/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    smoke, and people hardly paid attention. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the words, thinking about the story and letting the words flow, when I heard someone shout, “Hey, girlie, show us your tits.” Another guy shouted, “Shut up you jerk.” I saw Ed, the owner, come over and pull the guy by the arm. The man yelled again, “Come on girlie, show us your boobs.” Ed pulled him to the front door and pushed him to the street. I kept singing but had trouble concentrating. I was scared and had never been yelled at like that. I looked at Peter urging me on. “Keep going,” he said, nodding, smiling. When I finished people applauded. I sang, “ All of Me, ” and just concentrated on the song as if the audience wasn’t there. The piano, bass, and drums inspired me to sing like I never sang before and I knew I was hooked. I knew there was nothing else I wanted to do but sing jazz. When I finished, people applauded, even the guys in the band applauded. I was a hit. When I went back to the bar, Ed came over to me and said, “You’re going to be a star, you can sing here anytime.” Gabe stood up and wrapped his arms around me, “You were so good,” he said. It felt wonderful to be held like that and I pulled him closer, my tits crushed against his chest, and didn’t want to let go. I was feeling high after singing and loving how it felt to be on the stage, even if people weren’t really listening, and liked how it felt to lean against Gabe’s body, feeling his strong arms and that tingle between my ...
    legs and whispered in his ear, “Let’s go and have some fun.” Gabe’s bus was at the other end of the small parking lot. The only light came from a small spotlight on the corner of the building, but it was dark in the corner where he was parked. When we got in he said, “You wanna smoke a joint,” and took one out of his shirt pocket. “I never smoked pot before,” I said. He lit the joint, inhaled deeply, holding the smoke in then passed the joint to me. “Well, there’s a first time for everything and this is one of those times. Your first gig, now your first joint and maybe later, another first, unless I’m wrong about you.” I chuckled, knowing what he meant and took a deep drag on the joint and held in my breath, excited to be in his van smoking pot for the first time. “You surprise me, Gabe.” “Why?” he asked, looking a little baffled. “Well, you seemed so serious when we met the other day and it was the first time you ever cut and I cut all the time.” I passed the joint back waiting to feel something. “I am serious and determined to get a scholarship for college, but I think I’m more like you than you think. I mean, my music means everything to me.” He paused, took a deep drag and looked into my eyes before speaking. “I want to be the best but I also want to be out there. I want to be free and uninhibited like you. When we met the other day, you blew me away with not just your singing but your determination and I like that you don’t give a fuck about what people think.” He passed ...
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