She was determined to finish out her years chasing after the bands she had loved so much in her youth. Although she was well into her fourth decade, she still looked good in a pair of tight jeans, a low cut blouse, and some high heeled boots.
Many of the hard core fans wore black to distinguish themselves and stood in front of the stage dancing and undulating for the band’s attention and amusement. Every once in awhile the guitar player would throw out a few guitar picks. The girls scattered screaming to get one.
One young hopeful wore a flirty little red satin skirt with some black fishnet stockings, and a corset. She waited patiently at the foot of the stage, hopeful for an invitation. Another more buxom candidate was dressed in tight black pants and a sparkly gold blouse showing off her ample bosom. She was pretty, blond and looked fun to ride. She might get a nod.
They had seen it all before. The band had been on the road for nearly thirty years. Each of the players had their share of one nighters in every town across America. Most of them were on their second or third marriage. Being on the road is hard on a relationship, what with the nightly temptation of willing young pussy to be had.
The old groupie had been to ninety-one concerts. She sat in the first row by herself. As usual she was thrilled when the band came out for their first number. They all gave her a wink. With the exception of the new percussion player, she had bedded all of them.
She was the one they would invite up for a drink and a blow job. She never knew who she’d end up with on any given night, but it didn’t matter. She loved them all. Knew them all by name and their little habits. She knew all their songs and all the dance moves. She would follow them wherever they played spending thousands of dollars on air fare and car rentals.
After the theater had been cleared, the guys came out to sign autographs and shake hands. This is where they made their final choices. They gave the nod to several girls, but the old groupie was the one they invited back on the bus. She was like an old friend, someone they had seen at every venue on their West Coast Tour.
There was no pressure to perform with her. She took them as they were, rolled their joints, rubbed their shoulders, bathed their feet, and sucked their cocks. Sex with her was not highly passionate like it could be with some of the little hotties. It was more like sex with their wives, so it seemed like they weren’t cheating.
Tonight the guys had decided that it was time for the new percussionist to get to know the old broad. Back in the day she had all the horn players in turn: trumpet, sax, and trombone. Then she went to work on the keyboards, guitar, and bass players. She had just done the new drummer last month, so the percussionista was next in line.
He was cute and young. She was going to enjoy this one very much. She hoped it would lead to a good long fuck. After that rollicking show they put on, she was going to need some pounding.
The bus started up and all the guys settled in or another long ride. Someone passed a joint, popped a beer, opened a bag of chips… The old groupie led the sweet young thing into one of the sleeping compartments. She was going to have to give him a serious tongue lashing. #OldGroupies
(First published 2/13/14)
