Loosening Up Bk. 11 Ch. 31-34 - End

Wren said, "I love you. We'll be doing more of this. We're coming back. The Crawford's are going to join the Circle. I can't wait to return. We'll have to figure out how to make this happen."

"THANK YOU, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. TAKE CARE. BLESSINGS AND REMEMBER TO LOVE ONE ANOTHER."

Dave's stentorian tone rang out over the loud PA system and filled the stadium full of over forty-thousand fans. Several immense LED screens displayed the video image of him waving to the crowd in San Diego. As the crowd cheered Dave once again turned to the band and had them wave or bow. Dave and The Hawks had done three encore songs, each one getting more applause, cheers, and demands for them to continue. The last was the end, however.

As Dave came off stage with Robby Nixx, he said, "I'm losing my voice. I can't sing for three hours straight."

Robby teased, "You just need to get some pussy juice on your vocal cords. Where's that hot little blonde you picked out of the audience?"

Dave laughed and turned. Coming behind him by twenty feet or so was a pretty and wispy blonde in all pastel clothing. She smiled at the two men, "Did I hear you needed some of my pussy juice?" She was a savvy chick with a good sense of humor and even better hearing. She held her arms out and said, "Look no further."

The three of them laughed. A few other band members came offstage. Except for Dave, they needed to wait until the crowd thinned to return to their playing positions and start to pack up their electronics and instruments.

Several other girls came into the corridor with a few more band members. The entertainment for the rest of the evening was being lined up by the band.

Dave turned to the blonde, "Lauren, do you have a recent STD test? You have to have one to continue on with us to the dinner and the After Party."

Lauren grinned and held out her cellphone. Dave could see there was some sort of document opened in the phone's window. He scanned the page. It was three days old and confirmed that Lauren Kresse was free from any diseases." She smiled at him.

Lauren said, "The word is out about your After Parties."

Dave cocked his head to one side. "What do you mean?"

Lauren smiled, "About three weeks ago, after your concert in Seattle, TMZ -- the TV show -- did a little exposé on you, the Hawks, and the After Parties. I think they'd interviewed some girls that attended and made it all sound sexy and scandalous. Anyway, they said that a requirement to get backstage and attend anything was a new and very clean STD test. The clip also suggested that only girls in the VIP pit were invited, but I think that's just because they're closer to the stage. TMZ actually applauded your and the band's safety precautions."

Dave was thoughtful for a moment. "That's pretty accurate information, actually. We promote a lusty albeit healthy environment after our concerts. No one gets drunk, stoned, or passes out in an alcoholic stupor. We take consent seriously, and hopefully no one gets pregnant that didn't want to get that way."

Lauren smiled with some eagerness, "I'm on the pill."

Dave turned and started walking, "Perfect. Come on, Laura."

"It's Lauren." She started running to catch up. "And thank you for picking me and singing those love songs to me. I think I really am falling in love with you."

Dave muttered in an uncharacteristic way, "You ain't seen nothing yet, honey."

Dave served up some small plastic glasses of wine in the green room and played the role of gracious host. He met some of the other groupie girls as band members came and went after depositing their prey. The After Party looked like it would be as good as they get. The girls all seemed excited, gorgeous, and horny.

As he then sat and rested, he thought about this lifestyle that he'd been propelled into. The band got juiced up and excited about life on the road. Dave was more middling about it; take it or leave it almost. Lauren stood nearby talking with two other girls.

The sex had been great and he'd met some really nice women, even sending some of them to the Circle for various reasons. The friendships, except between members of the traveling entourage, had sometimes been superficial. Here he was soon to be balls deep in Lauren, and he hadn't even accurately recalled her name. He mentally kicked himself.

Dave recalled a time not too long ago when he wanted a growing relationship with a girl before they'd have sex. The on-the-road culture seemed to move faster, and accept mutual attraction and lust as an adequate basis to move forward and enjoy one another. The scene was truly hedonistic. Sex was just for the joy of being with someone new; there was not necessarily real romance or love -- just lust and wonderful fucking. Any real romance came later as he'd found with many of the girls he'd been with since leaving Sarasota for this part of his tour.

No one blinked an eye at the thought of a one-night stand. Of course. That may be the only time two people would see each other. They knew it. The world knew it. So what?

Dave wondered about any 'bad press' from the TMZ show. He knew that he and Ashley had lit up that entertainment show and many others when Ashley announced the paternity of Kendall and her then new pregnancy, both conceptions by Dave rather than her agent husband.

Dave felt good in one way that the message about safe sex might have reached some people that might otherwise have spread around something they shouldn't -- bad germs. He chuckled that he should think of himself as the world's savior from some sexually transmitted disease.

Again, there were some mini-buses to carry everyone that wanted the few blocks back to the hotel. Lauren sat on Dave's lap on the bus and got cuddly with him between their kisses. She put one of Dave's hands on her modest breasts; "Feel me. I'll love it."

As the bus sat waiting at a traffic light, Lauren asked, "I've never been to a party like this. What should I expect? What should I do and not do?"

Dave felt mischievous. "Usually, there's food and drink that we partake of when we first get up to the rooms. One room, usually mine, becomes Party Central. One of the guys will eventually dim the lights and put on some sexy music. Clothes come off, there's a lot of oral sex, and even some swapping around. Then the serious fucking starts for the rest of the night. There's always some swapping around after that fully gets underway."

Lauren looked surprised, "So, if you and I have sex, I'll then have sex with someone else?"

"That's the idea, if you want. If the guys need some recovery time, many of the girls will have sex with each other. Do that. It turns everybody on."

Lauren muttered in a worried tone, "I've never had sex with a girl." After a pause, she asked, "If I have sex with somebody else, can I come back and spend the night with you?"

"Sure. Just so you know, I might have another female in bed with us at the same time." Even as he said it, he realized he was raining on her parade.

"Errr ... oh ... sure."

Dave paused and then clarified in kinder tone, "Lauren, this is a sex party. People are at the party to have sex with each other. They do sexy things. They try new sexual things that they haven't done before. They cut loose. The use the party as one way to loosen up their thinking and their behavior. Sex does that. They try to have fun. They try to make sure it's fun for the others. We make sure everyone consents to what's going on. There's not much drama, but there is often laughter. That's the spirit of the evening."

Lauren leaned in and kissed him, "I guess that's what I figured. Hearing you describe it, makes it real, however. I hope I don't embarrass myself ... or you, for that matter."

Dave laughed, "I doubt it. Just don't start something you're not prepared to finish. Also, I recommend that you don't promise to do something you haven't done before."

The After Party unfolded almost according to some mystical but erotic script. Everyone ate, drank, and politely talked. The spread that KC had arranged was first class, as usual. Mick went around as he often did and adjusted the lighting about thirty minutes later. Ricardo turned on some sexy dance music. He had a hot-looking redhead he'd plucked out of the VIP pit, and started dirty dancing with her. Dave recalled the redhead's name was Petra, and she was on his list of girls he wanted to fuck that evening.

Dave sat on the arm of a sofa with Lauren snuggled against him. They were both sipping glasses of wine. He watched her watch as Mick and Ricardo made the rounds and set up a seductive environment, then her attention shifted to the other couples that had formed. Dave had made sure that she'd met everyone in the room.

Not surprisingly, René was eager to get things going. She was with Brad, and encouraged him to strip her clothing from her body as fast as he could. She was naked within seconds, and in equal time so was he. She openly and eagerly started to fellate him; the sucking sounds audible along with the sexy music. The aroma of her sex also wafted around the room like an aphrodisiac. René was turned on and everyone knew it, could hear her, smell her, and watch as she did creative things with her mouth to Brad's cock as she squatted in front him revealing her essence to the room.

Lauren whispered, "He has a nice cock. She seems to really like it."

Dave told her, "She does. They fuck often. Her husband likes to see her get nailed by the other men. She is a hot fuck -- trust me. She does women, too."

"They're turning me on."

"As you get inspired, do whatever strikes your fancy."

"I want you to fuck me -- to make love to me. Take me and make me yours."

Dave toyed with the hem of her t-shirt. "To start that process, you should probably lose your clothing."

"Do it ... please." She raised her arms so he could pull her concert t-shirt over her head. The rest of her clothes followed, and by then most of the people in the room were also naked or rapidly getting that way. Lauren seemed to relax when she saw that she wasn't alone.

Dave told her, "Lauren, this party is also going on in the four adjoining rooms, both across the hotel hallway and next door. I want you to go, see what stage they're in, and then come back and tell me. I'll wait for you."

Lauren started to reach for her clothes, but Dave stopped her. "I want you to go just the way you are."

"NAKED?" Her voice rose an octave on that one word.

"Exactly. As you do this, I want you to become acutely aware of what you are feeling about yourself as you potentially expose yourself to some of the other hotel guests who aren't part of our entourage. I'll want to hear about that, too." He nudged her towards the door of the suite.

Lauren slowly walked to the door, and then disappeared into the hallway. She glanced back to be sure he was serious. She strolled back into the room about four minutes later and came to him. She duly reported, "Next door, there seems to be six people, and they are fucking like crazy next to each other -- one on a sofa, and two couples on the bed in the room. Across the hall from them, there were four people; they were naked, and had one girl on what appeared to be a dining room table. She seemed eager for whatever they had planned. They were all laughing.

"Across from this suite, there were six people in the suite. The three women were in what I think is called a daisy chain on the floor eating each other's pussies. Next to them, in the same kind of configuration, there was a daisy chain of guys, and they were laughing and sucking on each other's cocks. I think they'd just started. There was a lot of teasing going on between the two sexes."

"Did you run into anybody in the hallway?"

"Kind of. I heard the elevator door open down the hall only about thirty feet away. I turned and looked and an older couple got off, glanced at me, but turned the other way. The man looked back and I waved at him as I came back in the door here. He laughed."

"Good girl. Now, what did you feel?"

"As I walked away from you, I felt panicked. I thought, 'What if somebody sees me naked?' And then I realized I didn't care. If they were other party people, they'd understand; if they weren't, like that couple, I wouldn't care. There was a minor concern I had that someone might report me wandering around naked in the halls or that they had security cameras. I didn't want to get anyone else in trouble."

Dave chuckled, "They do have cameras."

"Oh, ... anyway, when I looked into the other party rooms no one really paid that much attention except in the first one. A couple of the people asked me to stay and play with them. I know they meant sexually." She grinned.

"What'd you tell them?"

"I said I might be back later." Her grin broadened.

"Good answer. Keep your options open at a party like this."

Lauren came inside Dave's personal space, leaned down, and kissed him. The kiss extended. If there'd been water around, it would have boiled away. Dave ran a hand up her slender legs stopping about a half-inch from her pussy.

He repeated on the other leg, and then allowed the hand to continue up her body until he could rub the back of his fingers against her nipples. She responded perfectly. Her nipples swelled with passion and became hard as bullets.

"I need you," Lauren said. "I want you right now, right here. I thought I'd be worried about all the other people around, but they don't seem any more concerned about what we're doing than we are about them. Fuck me, please."

Dave kissed her and then maneuvered her into the cushy chair where he'd been sitting. He blew cool air on her moist slit, and then allowed his tongue to start savoring the area with a few swipes along her slit that got deeper and deeper on each subsequent traverse. Her pussy juice did make his throat feel better.

When he felt the hollow where her vagina opened into her body, he started to tongue fuck her, extending his long tongue deep into her body and moving the tip around to stimulate the area. Lauren jerked and gyrated in response. "Oooooh, fuck, that's good."

Lauren tasted like some magic potion the Greek gods might have made to seduce each other. If he was supposed to be attracted to her because of her taste and her accompanying aroma, it was working.

She touched him in erotic ways, using her hands to stroke his muscular body and to run her fingers through his hair as he tended to her cunt. "Eat me. Suck up my juices; they're all for you."

"Oh, I like your fingers going inside me. You ... you ... you know ... just the right places to touch." She'd started to pant.

Dave continued, "Lauren, I really like you. I'm going to give you a huge dose of pleasure, but you have to trust me. I won't hurt you." As he spoke, four of his fingers formed a small cone and twisted, pushing, and extracted from her body. All he heard from her was, "Aaaaaaaaaah!"

Her A-spot was easy to find after he'd fisted her. The ends of his fingers searched the area until she responded. He focused his attention there. Lauren was very aroused. Her climax only took about five minutes to creep into the deepest reaches of her mind and consume her every thought -- her every pore. She arched into the hand inside her, and started to cum ... only it was C. U. M. in large capital letters, lights flashing, a large band playing, flags flying, and angels singing. The orgasm was all-consuming and mind blinding.

Lauren blacked out.

Dave picked up her lithe body and then sat in the chair they'd adopted. He lay her down and then cuddled her to his naked body. Several minutes later, Lauren jerked awake, but moaned as the aftermath of the huge orgasm waned from her body.

"Oooooh, God. I am still having an orgasm ... what did you do to me?"

"My friends call it The Experience."

"I love you. I know you love me because you did that for me. If you fuck me now, I will be completely yours for all of time and I know I'll have more orgasms. Please."

Lauren took hold of Dave's cock and used it to urge him to move between her legs as she spread herself wide open for maximum availability to his penetration.

She changed position slightly and then led the tip to her slit, rubbed the shaft in the overabundance of lubricant her body had produced, and then steered the head into her vagina as she rocked forward, she forced him into her body. She moaned, "Oh, perfect ... just perfect. I love you. Love me."

Dave did love her. He slowly pistoned his shaft in and out of her sleek blonde body. She hooked her legs around his torso and used them to pull him into her harder and hopefully faster. He sped up to please her.

As they kissed, fondled, and fucked, Lauren started to come out of her major orgasmic coma. "Oh, God. Look at all the other people in the room having sex. This is unbelievable. I love this. If this is how you live, I want to be part of it."

Dave chuckled, "I do live like this. At home, it's almost like this every night."

"You must have a wife or girlfriend? You're so sexy and desirable. Women would never leave you alone."

"I kind of have ten wives and about a hundred girlfriends."

"Oh, yes. I read that in a magazine. The Circle or something."

"Circle. It's in Sarasota, Florida, but there are places like it everywhere."

"San Diego?" Lauren groaned out as he pumped into her.

"For sure. I can find out for you in the next couple of days. Remind me when we're not doing this." He put a little extra kick into his thrust into her body.

"Aaaaaaaaaaah!"

"If the Circle is like what's going on here, I want in."

"You've only been with me," Dave protested.

"I'm not done." She grinned up at him.

"Tell me later," he panted as he sped up and pounded into her hot quim. "Or better yet, show me that you're ready."

"You have me so worked up that I'd work myself through the entire hotel."

"Now that, I'd like to see. I'm glad to have been of service."

"Seriously, I've never been this worked up and sexual. I'm feeling like I had some blockage in my brain that suddenly went away. I feel free and released."

Dave chuckled, "Good sex can do that to you."

"Plus, I'm in love with you, but I know that there's no future in that. You have to go off to L.A. for another concert and wherever beyond that, plus you have all those women in Florida. I guess I need my own thing here."

"Do you want to be a big fish in a small pond, or a small fish in a big pond?"

"Oh, God, right there. Your hitting my G-spot again at this angle."

Dave was quiet.

"I think I want to be a big fish in a small pond. I feel there might be more love and attention for me there."

"Good choice. There's no right answer, plus you can change later."

"I'm about to ... CUM."

"I know." Dave felt the walls of her pussy start to spasm and twitch and squeeze. He let go, too. About a gallon of his milky jizz exploded from his body into Lauren's.

Their moans of satisfaction were sweet harmony in the room.

Lauren rode to Los Angeles on the back of Dave's motorcycle. She claimed that just the invitation gave her an orgasm, and when she was actually on the bike, she told him over the helmet's intercom that she had another after their first mile. She was a very happy rider. He and Lauren sent some of their luggage ahead on the band bus, so that Lauren could carry a few more things than he'd allowed some of his other riders.

Lauren had fallen in love with Dave as well as the group sex practices of the band, and consequently the Circle, which they patterned after. She'd never been an exhibitionist, nor participated in any kind of group sex prior to the After Party a day earlier. The closest she'd been had been fucking two men the same day, but many hours apart.