The Green Room Ch. 09

PROLOGUE:

I hope you enjoy reading my story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Life is not perfect and neither is my story, it is dirty, unashamed, unedited, baring blemishes and all, bare. it is not a legal brief constructed so every word is perfect, every common in the right place, edited ten times. My tumbling out style of writing comes from emotion, desire, a longing, sexual desire, fun erotica, fantasy. My stories come spilling out of me full of lust, raw energy, with no filter, a friend confessing to you. I'm not looking for perfection in my writing, I'm simply purging my mind. Life is short enjoy the ride. I'm Cheryle "Cheri" an Irish Catholic, Attorney, Singer-Songwriter 30year old bi-sexual woman, 5'2" 107lbs., with blue eyes and long red hair-💋

Chapter One-The Tour Bus

I'm was so thrilled by the idea of spending the summer on tour that I was undaunted by the warning I detect in his voice even as he asked me to join his band "Traveling Circus" for their summer tour. The band is a known commodity from my university grunge rock days, the testosterone fueled mosh pits of my youth. That scene doesn't scare me, never did, I have four older brothers. I've been the only lady plenty of times, as a guitar player and lead singer in a handful of bands over the years, and doing volunteer work for music festivals and concerts mainly to get in free. But at just twenty-two I had never been the only lady in a traveling rock entourage, living cheek to cheek with a smelly pack of men in the cramped living quarters of a tour bus for two straight months.

"Just think of it as an extended family outing with a bunch of cousins you've never met," Rick said. I think that was his way of advising a young woman to steer clear of road romances. I didn't think he needed to but being small five-two men always seem to want to protect me, baby me. Internally, I was already rehearsing my reassurances to my live in boyfriend Pete that he had nothing to worry about and I told myself I had nothing to worry about. At twenty-two, on break from university before starting law school It sounded like a fun way to spend the summer.

I was looking forward to testing my skill set on the road with an established band. I was turned on by the idea of flexing my feminist muscles on stage as a grunge rock goddess. The tour bus was decked out in mirrors and dark velour, a glitzy dance club on wheels, with a front and back lounge, kitchenette and micro bathroom, all expertly engineered to accommodate a traveling party of eight. We slept in double-decker bunks split by a shoulder-width strip of hallway. On day one it hit me, I felt like the sole frontierswoman in a band of wild outlaws, a traveling circus.

Long show days unraveled into ragged all-night drives along dusty hi-ways and interstate bi-ways. Members of the band and crew would commandeer the lounge areas for their parties, audible from my tiny bed, drinking and parting with whatever woman they could lure on the bus well into the night. I would fumble for my ear buds, trying to escape into an Ann Rice novel. Tucked inside my flimsy sleeping bag cocoon, I'm bothered more by the feeling of exclusion than their raunchy behavior. I envy their easy bond that kind of camaraderie eluded the only lady on board. Times like those solidify my sense of otherness of not being their equal. I know that around me, the guys acted differently, spoke differently, behaved differently, I really wished they wouldn't bother, I wished they treated me like they did each other.

I learned to masturbate quietly in my bunk rubbing my wet cunt biting my lip to hold in the moans of pleasure delight washing over my tight little body. Listening to the party in the back lounge area fingering myself rubbing my clit in tiny circles. Toes curling, trembling, exploding in orgasmic bliss before drifting off to a sound sleep.

In the mornings, a chorus of alarm clocks would stir our zombie band to life, rumpled and smelling of beer, sweat and sex. I always tried to be the first one up in order to avoid the tussle at the bathroom door. On show days, I would set up inside the venues green room glad to be off the bus. The green room is the space in a theatre or music venue that functions as a waiting room and lounge for performers to relax before, during, and after a performance or show when they are not engaged on stage. Green rooms typically have seating for the performers, such as upholstered chairs and sofas, event posters on the walls, food and drinks. While the crew spent the day humping gear into the club. I watched as the band baited eager fans into the bus like they were fishing only they didn't throw back any everyone was getting laid except Cheri.

Chapter Two-A New Discovery

in August we played the Plumer River Bike Rally set in the middle of nowhere in Indiana forty acres of campers, RV's, tents and bikers in their leather vest and Harley Davidsons everywhere. We were in the battle of the bands Thursday night and if we won that, which of course we did, we played Saturday before the headliner "Jackyl".

I watched as a week-end of parting and depravity play out before my eyes. There were topless woman, breast everywhere, all shapes and sizes, young and old alike, sex around every corner, a tent with a mechanical bull and country music, a water slide, and live music and games all day Friday and Saturday an adult Disney land.

One bright spot of the week-end was the shower house big shower stalls, hot water, after being on the road so long a proper shower was wonderful. Soaping my naked body running my hands over my small breast, playing with my nipples, lost in the moment. Eyes closed hands drifting lower over my flat stomach through my red pubes a fantastic feeling.

That's were I met her, Sunny, a twenty seven year old blonde her hair in braids, shorter then me and plump, very attractive in a farm girl sort of way. Chatting with her after my shower there was something about her that intrigued me immensely. She said she loved the band and was looking forward to seeing us play again Saturday.

I asked if she would like to see the tour bus and meet the rest of the band. She bubbled with excitement as we walked to the secure area were the bands were camped. I introduced her to Rick and my other band mates and I showed her my small bunk because she was interested. Sunny couldn't believe I sept there she said it looked so cramp.

Jokingly I said it is not that bad try it out if you like you'll see it is pretty comfy. With that Sunny slipped off her flip flops and climbed in my bunk. Looking at me with her sweet green eyes she asked "Want to join me?" To this day I'm not sure why I climbed in with her, the loneliness of the road, the isolation I felt from the guys in the band or a genuine attraction to her.

But there we were snuggling together in my small bunk, pressed together, our faces so close. Giggling, laughing, our lips brushed and we were kissing, tongues intertwined passion exploding inside us. Arms and legs wrapping around each other in a warm embrace a beautiful moment of exploration for me.

Sunny found her way inside my pants to find my wet cunt with her fingers caressing as only a woman knows how to do. Humping her fingers full of desire at her soft touch, moaning loudly, I let go my pent up frustration. Sunny worked me into a frenzy as an orgasm crashed through me screaming and squealing in delight.

A new discovery of lesbian sexual pleasure had befallen me. Sunny and I spent the rest of the week-end pushing limits exploring each others bodies in magnificent new ways. The strange thing is after that my band mates truly accepted me, let down their guard around me, I became one of them the tour was a fantastic learning experience for me and I was sorry to see it end.

Chapter Three-The Crystal Corner Bar

The green room is the space in a theatre, comedy club, music venue that functions as a waiting room and lounge for performers before, during, and after a performance when they are not engaged on stage. Green rooms typically have seating for the performers, such as upholstered chairs and sofas.

There is no one accepted theory as to where the term "green room" got its start, but it's been in used for centuries. A private space where actors, musicians or speakers can go before, during or after a performance to be away from the crowds, these secluded areas have gained a reputation for various shenanigans. They can serve as anything from silent temples of preparation to rowdy dens of ill-repute.

Often, there are food and drinks in the green room, couches, and rock posters on the wall. It's where the night's producers will find the talent and tell them when there are five minutes to go on. It's a place to relax without the eyes of audience members glaring on me. It's also a place to go after the show to decompress and come down from the high from my performance.

The moments before a performance are crucial for tuning instruments or just spending time screwing around with band mates, groupies and other hangers-on. Getting my mind in the right place whatever that means to each performer and what they require before hitting the stage and performing for the audience.

I find them terrifically useful, not only for gathering my thoughts and warming my voice but for a high-maintenance bitch like me to have a sacred space in which to change from a pre-law student to performer helps immensely.

Unloading our equipment when we arrived at the Crystal Corner, setting up, doing a soundcheck to get the mix just right. We had two hours to kill before performing the guys went exploring Madison, Madison, the capital city of Wisconsin, lies west of Milwaukee. It's known for the domed Wisconsin State Capitol, which sits on an isthmus between lakes Mendota and Monona. The Wisconsin Historical Museum documents the state's immigrant and farming history. The city's paved Capital City State Trail runs past Monona Terrace, a lakefront convention center designed by Frank Lloyd Wright.

But I knew they would just be bar hop looking for University of Wisconsin girls they so loved these college towns. Ann Arbor, East Lansing, Bloomington, Columbus, Lafayette, Happy Valley they were trying to fuck their way through the Big Ten.

Chapter Four Tina:

I took a shower in the green room and was longing in a towel on the sofa when Tina came down carrying a tray she explained she would be are server tonight and asked if I need anything. I requested a Blue Moon Craft Beer with an orange slice and a short while later Tina returned with my beer.

A graduate student Tina is twenty-four with short dark hair framing a cute face with dazzling brown eyes. She explained her shift didn't start for another hour but when she had the green room she liked to come in early to get the band squared away before she got busy with tables.

So I explained it was just me for now my band mates were exploring Madison and invited her to hang out if she wanted. Sitting on the sofa we casually chatted I had forgotten I was just wrapped in a towel. That is until I noticed Tina starring at my body as the towel had slid open exposing my naked front.

Making no attempt to cover my self I just let Tina enjoy the view of my hot little body, my neatly trimmed red pubes. Almost like she was in a trance Tina lowered her face between my legs her fingers touching my soft skin. Her tongue teasing my pussy lips, I watched as she worked, sensations of playful pleasure radiated through me.

Tina's tongue entered inside my wet pussy, my hands gripped her head, my legs up cute little toes pointing at the ceiling. My eyes closed enjoying the sensory pleasures. How long this went on I'm not sure lost in the pleasure of the moment worked into a frenzy, on the brink.

When I opened my eyes to see my band mates watching I was to far gone an orgasm crashing over my little body. Screaming in a delight of pleasure has my band mates watched my most intimate moment.

There I was on the sofa in the green room at the Crystal Corner naked in the throes of an earth shattering orgasm, Tina between my thighs face buried in my red pubes, tongue deep inside my wet pussy. My three band mates watching the intimate moment with voyeuristic intent. Recovering my senses I realized there cocks were in there hands, stroking away.

I dropped on the floor crawling in front of Rick flicking the head of his gorgeous cock with my long tongue before taking him in my mouth. Sucking down the hard shaft finding a rhythm Tina right next to me sucking the other two alternating her hand and mouth between two cocks.

I felt his veins pulsing with blood, rock hard, a wonderful feeling sucking Jim's hard cock. Bopping, slobbering, like a good little rock slut. His hands in my long red hair bucking his hips the depravity of living a rock and roll fantasy.

Two hungry sluts sucking three hard cocks, how do I get my self in these situations? Rick's first squirt of warm goo hit the back of my throat as I milked him dry with my hand savoring the taste of his warm gift. Turning to kiss Tina whose sweet face was cover in cum. Tonight's show would be fun I was now in the right frame of mind now.