The Drifter Ch. 01

I slept late Sunday, naked on the covers, my cock hard even as I slept, rigidly jutting up over my belly.

When I woke it was still hard, and I lay still, refusing to grip it.

Eventually I rose and ran a bath, soaked for a half hour then dressed in my best jeans, shirt and boots.

The bar hosting the open mic was forty miles up CA 99. This time Lizzie sat in the middle and Emily on the right. Two guitar cases lay in the back of the truck. Neither woman said much on the way, and I guessed they were nervous.

Their nerves were wound tighter when they arrived and signed in. The main room had a small stage at one end, and was almost completely full.

"I wasn't expecting this," Emily said. "I thought there'd be, like, ten people, but this..."

I looked around. There were probably over a hundred people in the room.

I got myself a beer, the single bottle I would allow because I was driving back, and we sat at a table at the back of the room and watched as acts came on, performed their three songs and left. The audience seemed knowledgeable, and applauded either politely or enthusiastically depending on the quality of the performers.

There were a couple of bands, who seemed to take an age to set up even though a drum kit and amps were provided.

A few solo performers, one girl who particularly impressed me, and then, suddenly, it was the turn of the girls.

Emily and Lizzie took their guitars to the stage, arranged microphones, plugged in, tapped and said "testing one two one two" then looked at each other.

Lizzie nodded and Emily started to play fingerstyle. I realized I knew the tune, searched for it and then smiled. It was Round Here by Counting Crows, the first track on their first album, and Emily played it superbly. Lizzie came in on the fourth bar, and then they began to sing, Emily carrying the main tune, Lizzie harmonizing.

I sat stunned, not believing what I was hearing. They were unbelievable. I liked the original tune, had once owned the CD it came from, but this was something else - they were making the song their own! Lizzie's voice was pure and clear, Emily's a revelation. She was more confident than I had imagined, a sexy huskiness to her voice that sent shivers up my spine. They made, well, beautiful music together.

The audience agreed, because when the song ended they burst into enthusiastic applause, whistles and whoops sounding.

Emily looked relieved. Lizzie grinned. They glanced at each other and went into their second song. This time it was more upbeat, an old Everly brothers cover. The reaction was the same and they stormed into their third and final song. This was unfamiliar, and I realized it must be an original. I was worried, because the audience would have nothing to hang onto. The tune was completely new to me and everyone else in the room.

It didn't seem to matter. At the end people stood and applauded, shouting and yelling, asking for more. Emily and Lizzie started to unplug and stand up, but the compere jumped onstage and stopped them.

"Another one?" he yelled into the mic.

The audience yelled back: "Yes!"

He looked at the girls. "You got something else?"

They looked at each other. Lizzie mouthed something and Emily nodded.

"One more then," the compere said, and the audience whooped.

They went into Handyman. It was the James Taylor version, closer to that than the original, but with their own twist. The words were changed, the chorus coming as "You're my handyman..." Emily stared at me the whole time she sang, and I shifted in my seat, uncomfortable.

At the end the audience got to their feet again, but this time there was no additional encore and the girls unplugged and came back to the table, grinning.

"OK?" Lizzie asked as they sat down.

I shook my head, "Fucking unbelievable! Why didn't you let me listen to you before? That was amazing!"

Emily smiled shyly. "We wanted to make it a surprise. Something special for you."

"It was certainly that."

Lizzie and Emily were high on the reaction, and I went and brought a bottle of house wine and after they finished that fetched another.

They sat and watched the remaining acts, but the result was obvious.

At the end, the panel of judges voted on the result. There were prizes: $100 for the winner, $50 for second, $10 for third. Emily and Lizzie went up to collect their prize. I sat back on my chair and stretched my legs out, basking in reflected glory as they performed a final song. They redid the Handyman cover, and I wondered idly how much material they really had.

We all piled into my truck and started back. The girls were high and giggly, amazed they had won on their first ever appearance.

"You doing that again?" I asked.

"Too fucking right," Lizzie said.

"When's the next one?"

"Next Thursday, in Bakersfield. Can you drive us again, Mike? Pretty please?" Lizzie simpered. "We'd be ever so grateful."

"I guess," I said, suppressing a smile, knowing now why they had been giving me the cold shoulder all week.

Emily opened the envelope and pulled out the pile of bills, fanning them in front of Lizzie.

"Hundred bucks, Liz," she said. "Hundred fucking bucks."

Lizzie grinned and suddenly kissed Emily. Kissed her hard and long. Emily stiffened for a moment, then kissed back. I watched from the corner of my eye and felt myself grow heavy inside my jeans.

Lizzie hugged Emily to her, pulled her under her shoulder. "Me and you, babe, me and you," she said softly. Emily wriggled into her, put her arm across her friend's waist.

Five miles outside town Lizzie suddenly said, "Stop!"

I hit the brakes and slewed to a halt on the verge. "What the...?"

"I gotta piss. Sorry," Lizzie said. "All that wine. Hang on." She opened the door and darted out, ran to the bushes lining the highway. We both watched her go, both watched her drop her jeans and squat. She had hidden in the bushes, but in some way though that hid her from the highway it displayed her to us. We watched silently as Lizzie let a huge stream of piss go, steaming in the cooling evening air. Even from this distance I could hear the sound.

"She's wild, your friend," I said.

I felt Emily lean against me, felt her small breasts press into my side. "I love her," Emily said.

"She loves you too, I can tell," I said.

Emily leaned closer, put her hand on my leg. "I love you too, Mike. You know that."

I looked at her. I looked and wanted to kiss her. And I could have. Was about to, but Lizzie was pulling up her panties and jeans and running back to the truck. She jumped in, filling the cab with her personality.

"Fuck I needed that!" she said, and we burst into laughter.

***

I pulled up in front of the houses, and they invited me in. An area had been cleared in the center of the living room, a pile of neat cards placed in the center, together with dice and cushions.

"We were interrupted last week," Lizzie said, "And me and Emily talked about it, and we both wanna carry on with the game. You up for that, Mike?"

I looked at them and grinned. "You bet."

"More booze," Lizzie said, and fetched wine and beer. She sat cross legged and patted the cushions. She reached under her cushion and pulled out a long joint and raised her eyebrows.

I nodded. I guessed Emily already knew about it. Lizzie lit up and took a lung full, passed it on to Emily as she held the smoke down. Emily repeated the process and passed it to me. The stuff was strong and I immediately felt my head spin. I took another drag and passed it back.

"I think it was your turn," Lizzie said.

"My...?"

"You were gonna ask Emily something."

"Oh... yeah." I tried to think, to get my head back to where it had been a week before.

The room was starting to fill with shadows, but only a couple of small side lamps were turned on. The room was hot, and I could feel sweat pooling down my belly.

Then I said, "No - it was Emily's turn."

"It was?" Lizzie said.

"I'm pretty sure..."

"OK. Em - your turn then. And I'm a dare."

Emily laughed. "Of course you are." She picked up one of the new, neat cards and read, "Tell us about your most deviant sexual fantasy. No cheating."

Lizzie grinned and wriggled as though she couldn't contain herself.

"Well... " she started. "My wickedest... OK." She straightened up, pushing her breasts out so they strained at her blouse. "I've always kinda wanted to be spanked."

"Spanked?" Emily said, her eyes wide.

"Yeah. Spanked. I've always had this thing... never done it... never done anything about it... about being spanked. Having my naked ass smacked with a bare hand. Or something else."

"Hard?" Emily asked.

"Yeah, hard," Emily said. "No point otherwise. But not so hard it hurts like fuck - just to sting."

"But you never said this to anyone before?" I said.

"Never played truth and dare like this before," Lizzie said. "And never felt as though I was in the right company. This is a fantasy," she said. "And fantasies are... like, weird, yeah? I wanna have my ass spanked, but I've never done it, and I don't wanna ask anyone I don't trust. Don't wanna say it in front of people I don't trust."

I let my breath out in a long whoosh.

"What about you, Mike?" Lizzie asked.

"What about me? I don't think I want to be spanked, tell the truth."

"You told us your fantasy last week. Was that real?"

I swallowed and nodded.

Lizzie turned to Emily. "How about you, babe?"

Emily frowned. "It's not my turn."

"I think we've gone beyond turns," Lizzie said.

"We have?"

Lizzie nodded.

"Well... no, I don't wanna be spanked either."

Lizzie leaned over and took Emily's hand. "You trust me, don't you?"

Emily nodded.

"You trust Mike?"

Emily nodded again, glancing at me.

"Then you can tell us anything."

Emily looked down at her lap, started to speak very softly. "I'm curious..." she said.

"Go on..." Lizzie whispered.

"I don't wanna be spanked... but it's something to do with... down there, you know?"

"Mm-hm?" Lizzie said.

Emily looked at her, looked at me, then down again. I thought my cock was going to burst out of my jeans it was so hard.

"Troy wouldn't have ever dreamed of doing this. I did kind of drop a hint, when we started up, but he made out like it was something really disgusting and I made a joke of it. Never mentioned it again."

"What?" I croaked.

"I'd like someone to lick my pussy," Emily said, so softly we could barely hear her, and her cheeks went crimson as she blushed..

"You mean you've never?" Lizzie said.

Emily nodded. "Have you ever...?"

Lizzie laughed. "I thought everyone had!"

"Not me, " Emily said.

"Well..." Lizzie said, looking up as though she was thinking, "The night is young, girl."

Emily turned even redder, nipped at her full bottom lip with her teeth.

They were quiet for a long time, then Lizzie picked up a card and turned to me. "Truth or Dare, Mike?"

I started. "Dare, I guess."

Lizzie turned the card over and read: "Strip to your underwear."

I stood and pulled my t shirt over my head, unbuttoned my jeans and tugged them down. I had to kick my boots off first, then pulled the jeans over my feet and tugged my socks off. My cock was thick inside my briefs, and I made no attempt to hide it, standing tall in front of them before sitting back down cross legged. I looked at them both, saw them watching me, their eyes taking in my muscled chest and stomach, my long legs, darting to my shorts and taking in the bulge there. I felt a flutter in my belly, and knew it was going to happen tonight.

I watched Lizzie return the card, but she didn't slip it into the bottom put placed it back on the top of the small pile. It was my turn.

"Dare..." Emily said softly.

I picked up the card and showed it to her. She looked down, looked at Lizzie, then stood.

She sighed theatrically and said, "I told you I always end up with my tits out."

Her t shirt came off first and she wore no bra. Her small breasts trembled as she dropped her arms back down, her nipples stiff nubs on their apex. She unclipped her waistband and pulled the zip of her jeans down, wriggled them over her hips and leaned over as she pulled them down her legs. She kicked them off and straightened up, as I had, allowing us to view her.

She was long and slim, narrow hips, concave belly, long legs. She wore small yellow panties cut high along the sides, narrow over her pussy. Her bush shadowed the front, a few stray hairs poking out of one side. She waited a moment, then folded down onto the floor, pulling her legs into a perfect lotus. She leaned forward and placed the card back, on the top of the pile. We both watched her.

Lizzie didn't even bother with the question, just stood and unbuttoned her blouse and shucked it off her shoulders. She unclipped her jeans and pulled them down, a harder job over her hips than it had been for Emily. Her blue panties snagged and almost came with them, almost showing her pussy but she tugged them back up, tugged them tight so they clearly outlined her crack. She stood displaying as well, then shook her head.

"I overdressed," she said, and reached around and unclipped her bra. It sagged away from her heavy breasts and she slid it free, tossed it onto the floor. Where Emily's breasts had trembled, Lizzie's shook and swayed. Large and heavy they parted so her nipples pointed away from each other. She lifted one of her hands and ran it lightly over the smooth skin on the underside of one breast, lifted it's weight, then drifted her finger up to a nipple and circled it. I watched the large dark nub stiffen and lengthen. Lizzie sat down, not as flexible as Emily, her legs out in front of her, leaned back on her elbows.

"Well..." she said.

I looked from one to the other, admiring them both and admiring their differences. Emily's small breasts had a perfect shape; her nipples were smaller and pale pink; hardly any areola showed around them and they perked upwards slightly, pointing towards the ceiling. Lizzie's breasts were huge by comparison but somehow I found them less sexy - still sexy, fuck yes - just not quite as alluring; her nipples were very long and almost black, the areola was the size of a silver dollar, dark brown and puckered; they pointed directly at me, swaying as she breathed.

Emily's stomach was long and lean, stretching down to her lemon panties; muscle showed through the skin, her navel long and stretched, moving in and out with each breath. Her crossed legs pulled her panties tight over her pussy, opening around her thighs so that short hairs peeked through. She had hardly any hips, narrow and slim. Her thighs were hollowed and long.

Lizzie was more convex than concave, her navel tucked inwards by the extra flesh. Her pale blue panties were unbelievably brief and pulled up inside her pussy so tightly the outside edges of her labia showed. No hair strayed out from the material, and her pussy lips were clean shaven. Her hips were wide and shapely, her thighs sculpted. I wanted to roll her over and strip her and look at her ass, imagining its firm roundness. I wanted to roll her over and slap her and see if she really wanted to be spanked. I wanted to lay Emily down and push my tongue into her pussy and make her cum.

Of course, I did none of these things. Instead I watched Lizzie finally put the card into the bottom of the pile. She looked at me and raised her eyebrows. I nodded.

She leaned forwards, her breasts dipping and swaying, and slid the top card off. It occurred to me that she, or the two of them, had had all week to come up with these tasks. Had deliberately arranged them to suit their purpose. Seemed OK with me.

Lizzie made a show of reading the card and grinned.

"Remove one item of clothing," she said.

"Only one?"

She nodded.

I looked down at myself, making a show of deciding, then lay on my back and tugged my shorts down. I was looking along my body at them both, but they were not looking at my face. Both of them watched my hands as my shorts pulled down. I made a pretence of struggling with them, lifting a leg, tugging at the black cotton.

My pubic hair came into view, widening from the line of hair that ran down from my belly.

The base of my cock appeared, thick and pale against the dark hair. I slid the shorts further down my thighs, revealing more of my cock, the cotton holding me down, slowly exposing my length. I knew I had nothing at all to be worried about.

My shorts were now half way to my knees and still my cock continued to reveal itself. Finally the dark purple head showed and I heard Lizzie gasp. I wriggled and tugged and my cock came free and slapped upwards onto my belly, showing my heavy ball sac. I lifted a knee and pulled my shorts off and discarded them, sat back up and crossed my legs again. I cupped my balls and lifted them, easing them between my thighs to a more comfortable position. My cock stuck out, hard and thick. My uncircumcised foreskin had pulled right back and the large purple head quivered, bouncing with my heartbeat. The tip was slick with my pre-cum and I was as hard as I had ever been.

"Fuck..." Lizzie whispered. Emily said nothing, but I could see her mouth was open and she was breathing in short gasps. I looked down and saw the front of her panties showing signs of her arousal. I wanted to fuck them both so much, but I was also enjoying the game, the tease, the pretence.

Lizzie shook her head as though to clear it and leaned forward. She slipped the card into the bottom of the pile and I looked at her and raised an eyebrow. She just returned a smile. The rules were changing - rules, I thought, what fucking rules?

I leaned across and slid the top card off, looked at Emily. She was still staring at my cock and when I said, "Truth or Dare," she jumped, that quick flush spreading again over her face.

"Da-" she started, and her voiced croaked. She coughed and repeated it: "Dare, or course."

I nodded and turned the card over.

"Lie down and kiss the person on your right." I read the card to myself again. It wasn't what I had expected. Lizzie was on Emily's right. There was a second line and I read that as well: "You must kiss for at least five minutes."

Lizzie looked at her friend, Emily looked down at her hands.

"How about it?" Lizzie said. "We did kiss last week, and... well, I quite enjoyed it, don't know about you."

Emily nodded briefly.

Lizzie stood up and walked across the small room, came back with a wind up timer from the cooker. It clicked loudly as she turned the key and she set it for five minutes and then lay on her side looking at Emily.

Emily looked at me, shyly, as though asking my permission, although what I had to do with this I wasn't sure, but I nodded anyway and she unfolded her legs and lay on her side, inches from Lizzie. They lay on the carpet, facing each other, and I waited.

Lizzie put her hand behind Emily's neck, and Emily leaned in to the kiss. I saw their mouths open just before they met, and then they touched. After a moment they began to move, faces turning, mouths opening and tugging. I saw Lizzie's tongue slide between Emily's lips, then saw Emily nip at Lizzie's protruding bottom lip with her teeth. They moved closer together and their breasts met. Emily was at least four inches taller, and her breasts much smaller. Lizzie's globes flattened against hers. Lizzie's hand slid down and cradled the small of Emily's back. I leaned back, watching, but neither of them seemed even aware I was there, they were both completely involved in what they were doing.

Emily lifted her hand and put it on Lizzie's side, then slid it inwards onto her breast. Lizzie gasped, then moved to allow access and Emily cupped her heavy breast in her hand and tugged at her large nipple.

Lizzie rolled onto her back and Emily followed, lying half on top of her, her leg sliding down between Lizzie's, her thigh pressing onto her friend's pussy. Lizzie slowly pulsed her hips, riding against Emily's leg.