SUMMER NIGHTS
               A Seasonal Clef story
                 by Sagacious

Dana got us into this.  She said that we had it wrapped up. We
couldn’t lose. I’ve heard that before.

I’m Oswald MacDonald, but everyone calls me Mac. I’m 6’6” tall
and I weigh almost 165 lbs dressed and wet; a beanpole, in other
words. I exercise and lift weights, but I still don’t gain
weight. To add to that, to all intents and purposes, I’m the
invisible man. People just act like I’m not there most of the
time. They talk about me while I’m standing in front of them. The
only thing I have to counteract this with is my guitar. I picked
one up when I was in 6th grade, and it was a natural fit for me.
When I have my guitar in my hand, people notice me.

I didn’t think I was all that good at first. But then I started
playing out in front of crowds, and the reaction changed my mind.
They would clap and cheer after some of my lead parts.

The band was called “Slip Stream” and I wasn’t even supposed to
be a part of it.

Rex Rogers lived next door and we had been best buddies forever.
He picked up a bass right after I got my first guitar, and we
learned together. The last couple of years of high school and
then the summer after our first year of college, we tried to form
a band, and had little success. Nobody seemed to care enough to
put in the time needed to do it right. We were both going to Ivy
Tech, me for computer science, and him for auto mechanics. The
fall of our second year I was in the music store at the mall
getting new strings for my Telecaster, when I saw a pretty little
blonde putting a notice up on the bulletin board. I looked over
her shoulder, not hard to do since she didn’t even come up to
mine, and saw that she was advertising for a bass player.

I stepped back and waited for her to turn around, “What kind of
group do you have?”

She jumped back and looked up at me, “Oh! You startled me.”

“Sorry.  I didn’t mean to.”

She looked up at me a little closer, “That’s okay buddy, I don’t
think you can help it. My sister and I have a rock band with our
friend, and we need a bass player to finish it off. We would
prefer another girl, but a decent guy would work.”

“My friend is a bass player, and he is pretty good. Do you have
many songs ready to go?”

“We’ve worked up about two dozen, but we need the bass to get
them right. Do you think he would be willing to audition?”

“I’m sure he would. We have been talking about getting into a
band for years. If you guys are any good at all, he’ll be able to
work with you.”

The girl turned and reached back, tearing a tab off the notice.
“Here is my number.  Have him call tonight if he is interested.
My name is Dana Bernstein.”

I took the slip of paper, “I’ll let him know.”

Rex called that evening and went over to audition the next day.
Apparently the girls thought that he was the greatest because
they asked him to join them.

Two weeks later I got a call from Rex. He wanted me to come over
to their practice. When I asked why, he said that he needed my
opinion on something. I was to bring my guitar and amp with me.

When I got to the garage I could hear them playing in it. The
voices sounded great, but the music was just so-so. They had the
right chords, but it may as well have been karaoke. Drums and
bass were working together pretty good, but the guitar and organ
were just supplying fill. Rex probably wanted me to teach the
guitarist how to play lead. It sounded like she might be able to
learn, so I would be willing to try. I got my axe and amp out of
the van and knocked on the garage door at the next quiet spot.
Rex lifted the door up and helped me roll my amp into the garage.
I nodded to the girl I had met, Dana, and leaned the guitar case
against the amp.

“What is he doing here, Rex? I don’t remember you saying anything
about another guy coming in.” This was from the blonde behind the
drum kit. She looked a lot like Dana, so I figured her to be the
sister.

“I asked Mac to come out and give us a hand, girls. He can do
things with a guitar that you won’t believe. Right now we sound
okay, but nothing special. With Mac joining in we’ll be great. He
also writes songs so we can do something besides covers. You
don’t have to make a decision right now, but let him join in for
a few songs and see what you think.”

“Hold up, Rex. I thought you wanted me to help Dana here with
playing guitar, not join in with you. She’ll be good enough with
a little training.  There is no need to do any more than that.”

“You just go ahead and get set up, Mac. We’ll let them choose
what they want.”

I shook my head and went ahead and set up my stuff. All I used
was a couple of stomp pedals, overdrive and chorus, and a good
wah-wah. My amp was a Randall 120 watt head and a cabinet with
four 12” speakers.  When I plugged the Fender Telecaster into
this set up I had all the power I should ever need at my beck and
call.

Once I was tuned to the organ, Rex started them out on an old
Heart tune called “Wild Child”. I’d never played it before, but I
loved Heart and knew what Rex had in mind. Dana was doing the
basic guitar part during the singing, but the lead on this thing
was a real bear, and from what I had heard, she wouldn’t be up to
it. Having never tried it myself, I would be working on memory,
but I thought I could do it.

I was surprised when the drummer came in with the lead vocal. She
had a really deep and dramatic voice that came close to Ann
Wilson. I blended in during the first verse, just adding little
slides and rasps to accent the vocal. When the lead came up, I
rolled the volume up a few notches and wailed it. I wasn’t
perfect, but Dana and the keyboard player stopped playing for a
moment to watch me, but Rex and the drummer kept up the
background so I didn’t stumble. Everyone joined back in before
the vocals were due, and we finished up in style. I was pleased
with it.

Dana was the first to say anything, “How long did it take you to
learn that lead part?”

I kind of mumbled, “I’ve never played it before, but I’ve heard
the song a couple of times. I don’t think I got it all the way
right, I’d have to play along with the album to do that.”

“Bullshit! There is no way you could do that cold. You set us up
Rex.” She took her guitar off, set the Gibson SG on its stand,
and took off into the house.

The tall brunette behind the keyboard looked at me, “You really
haven’t played that before?”

“No, without female singers, there is no reason to learn most
Heart tunes. I love their music though and listen to it all the
time. I’m more familiar with Led Zeppelin and Blue Oyster Cult
songs. Rex and I used to work on them a lot.”

The drummer spoke up then, “Do you really think that you could
teach Dana to play like that?”

“Sure, it really isn’t that hard to do. Most lead parts are built
up from tricks and scales. Many guitarists have special little
things they do that give them a unique sound.  Figure out those
things and you can play their parts.”

“This is Taylor Bernstein, on drums here, Mac. The keyboard
player is Janet Elms. You are much too humble, my friend; I
haven’t heard very many leads that can do what you do. Go ahead
and do your warm up exercises so they can get a handle on you.”

I shook my head again, but did as he asked. My warm up was a set
of scales and riffs that got faster and faster till at the end I
was doing what I called the bumble bee. I would be picking as
fast as I could and running up and down the neck at the same
time. The whole thing took about 5 minutes.

When I finished Dana was standing in the door and all three girls
were staring at me. That was the day I joined Slip Stream.

The songs the girls had when Rex and I met them were of the pop
and bubblegum variety. Rex had already started to move them to a
more hard rock stance before I joined. “Wild Child” was as far as
he had gotten them by then. Once I was in we kept getting harder
and harder. Dana and Janet could really wail the vocals as we
moved them more into our area of expertise. We practiced hard and
were able to play out at some parties, and when there was a
battle of the bands, we ruled. Slip Stream was the darling of the
northwest Indiana area and we worked hard for the last couple of
months of the school year.

Taylor and Janet were second year students at Purdue and Dana was
in her first year. Janet and Taylor were doing liberal arts,
while Dana was into engineering. I thought about asking one of
them out on a date, but when practice or the gig was over, I
disappeared to them.

I wrote a lot of songs over that school year. I wasn’t dating, so
I had a lot of time on my hands. Most of the songs were just
mediocre, but some had impact. The best one came out just after
spring break. I had been in my room working on riffs, when I
started thinking about what a perfect summer would be like.
“Summer Nights” flowed out of my fingers and the words just
seemed to follow naturally. When I played it for Rex and the
girls after they got back from Florida, they all loved it. We
worked it up pretty fast, and even made a few recordings. That
was what led to today’s trouble.

Dana had read about a summer song contest at the music store, and
entered us in it. She hadn’t paid attention to all the details,
so here we were, parked outside the entrance to Naked City
Indiana. We had already found out that the entry money was
non-refundable, and in order to win, the band would have to play
nude. The prize was a pretty good one, $10,000 and a recording
contract, but there is no way I can do it. Rex acts like it is no
big deal, and even the girls aren’t hyperventilating, but my
heart is beating so fast I think I am about to pass out.

“Come on, Mac. It’s not that different from spending a weekend
with a girl at a cabin or something. What’s your problem?”

“You asshole. You know I don’t date. When do you think I would
have time to get used to the idea of being around a naked woman?”

“Well, I figured you had to have gotten some experience while I
wasn’t around. We don’t spend all that much time together any
more.”

“The only girls I have been around for over a year are these
three, and you’re dating all of them.”

I turned and stomped away. Around behind a building I found a few
picnic tables. The first one was empty, and there was one girl at
the next. I sat down facing away, toward the parking lot, and
tried to think. How the hell was I going to get out of this?

I sat with my back to the table for about ten or fifteen minutes,
my thoughts just swirling around inside a maze of my own design.
Soon though, a sound began to impinge on my consciousness. I
concentrated on it, and realized that the sound was sobbing. The
girl at the other table was crying.

“Pardon me, Miss, can I help you?”

“Only if you can take me the hell away from here,” she said. As
she said this, she raised her head and I could see that her eyes
and cute button nose were red.

“That’s the best idea I’ve heard yet. I’m more than ready to get
away from this damn place.”

“Why would you want to leave? You’re a guy.”

“I may be a guy, but I’m sure not ready for something like this.
My band is here for the summer song contest, but we didn’t know
about the conditions until we got here. I don’t think I can do
it, I can’t get up there and play naked.”

“My brothers got me into this, they think it’s funny! They didn’t
tell me until we got here, and now I don’t have any way to
leave.” She paused for a moment, “I hate to tell you this, but
whoever did the application had to sign to the fact that all
bands would perform nude. Jed thought it was so funny when he
showed me the form. Someone had to know and didn’t tell you.”

“Damn Dana, that little slut. I bet she didn’t even consider that
she might need to tell me.” I paused in thought, “To give her
credit, she probably wasn’t trying to be mean, it just didn’t
occur to her that I might object. When I’m not playing they tend
to forget I’m even there.”

“That doesn’t sound very nice. What do you play?”

“Lead guitar for Slip Stream. What about you?”

“I play lead as well, for Jonesville, the Jones family band. My
brothers Jed and John play bass and drums. I’m June.”

“Glad to meet you, June, I’m Mac, Oswald MacDonald really, but
everyone calls me Mac. At least they do when they notice me.”

She looked me up and down, “Come on now, Mac. You aren’t exactly
easy to miss.”

“You’d be amazed June. Most people look right through me. When
are you supposed to play?”

“We’re up fourth, and you guys are next at fifth. If your song is
any good at all, I don’t think we’ll have much of a chance
against you. I’ve heard of Slip Stream and the word is that you
guys rock. Jed took a song we had about a rollercoaster and
changed the words to some bullshit about summer. There is no way
it’s going to win. John and Jed just think that it is such a big
goddamn joke that the first time I get naked in front of a guy;
it’s going to be at a goddamn circus. If I didn’t have to live
with them, I’d just walk away and call mom to come get me. If I
do though, they’ll make me regret it.”

“Can they do very much to you?”

“Oh yeah, they can make my life miserable. Mom won’t do anything
either.  She lost control of them long ago.”

“Why don’t you move away?”

“I don’t really have anywhere to go, and I like the thrill of
being on stage. Everyone watches me when we play. Jed does most
of the singing, but I’m told they come back for my guitar.”

“Damn, I’d really like to hear you play. Where are you from?”

“Logansport. What about you?”

“We’re from Lafayette, but I’m not sure I’ll be playing with them
anymore. Not after this bullshit.”

“Don’t do that, Mac. If you win this contest you will have a good
chance at a future. You get to make a recording and I understand
that there is even the chance of some air time on the local
stations.”

“They are not likely to win without me on stage today. I’m not
going to be able to do it. Every time I even think about it I
want to run away screaming.”

“Like a Slip Scream, huh? What is so hard about it for you, Mac?
I know I’m a shy twenty year old virgin, what’s your excuse?”

“The same one, I don’t want the first time I’m naked with a woman
to be with a bunch of bitches who don’t want anything to do with
me. I want the first time to be with someone I care about.”

“Oh, that is so sweet.” She looked me up and down, “I think I
have an idea. Why don’t we make our first time naked be with each
other? I think I could do it a lot easier after that.” She looked
up then as we heard the first band start to play. Each band was
to do a thirty minute set, ending with the summer song. We didn’t
have a lot of time.

“I’ll bet my asshole brothers are shitting a brick trying to find
me now. If we’re going to do this, we need to do it quick.”

“One question, June?”

“Yes?”

“Would you go out with me later? I can drive to Logansport easily
enough.”

“Why would you want to go out with me, Mac?”

Damn, I’m never gonna catch a break. “Cause you’re pretty, and
nice too. I understand if you don’t want to, I’m just a big
skinny fool. I was kinda hoping, is all.” I stood up and started
back the way I came.

“Wait, Mac, where are you going?”

I stopped and turned to look back, “I’m leaving. Those girls
don’t deserve a damn thing from me. You can do what you want, I’m
out of here.”

“You don’t want to see me nude?”

“You don’t have to…” I suddenly couldn’t say anything else,
because June was unbuttoning her blouse. June had dark red,
extremely curly hair that was shaped like a ball around her head.
Her neck was long and slender, and as the blouse slipped down I
could see that her shoulders were narrow and the lightly freckled
skin was pale. I couldn’t have moved if a comet came down and hit
me.

She reached behind her back and suddenly the bra sprung loose and
I was looking at half-grapefruit sized breasts with little pink
nipples.

I must have made some kind of sound because she looked up at me,
“I don’t think I can go any farther without help Mac. Why don’t
you take off your shirt too?”

I tore my eyes off her perfect tits and moved up to her eyes, I
could see the fear there, fear that I wouldn’t like what I saw. I
reached down to the bottom of my T-shirt and pulled it out of my
pants, “You are so beautiful, June. I feel privileged to be here
now.” I pulled the shirt up and off as quickly as I could.

“Thank you, Mac. I know my tits are too small, but it’s nice that
you are willing to lie about it.” She reached down and started
pushing her shorts down her legs.

“No lie, June. They are the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.
Please don’t make me do this, June.”

“Make you do what, Mac? Are you afraid that you’re going to show
me how much you like how I look? In answer to the question you
asked, yes, yes I would be glad to go out with you.”

“Oh, damn, June.” I loosened my belt and unzipped my pants.

June stood up wearing just a pair of pink panties. I let my pants
drop, and toed my sneakers off as I stepped out of them. All I
was wearing now was white socks and red striped boxers. I could
see June’s eyes were stuck on my middle.

“What the hell is that, Mac? It’s too damn big to be your cock.”
She didn’t let her eyes waver a bit as she bent and pushed her
panties down, uncovering a fluffy dark red bush.

I couldn’t stop now, no matter how much I wanted to. I couldn’t
look at her as I pushed my shorts down, and when I stood back up,
my erection bobbed out horizontal.

“Hey, June, June, there you are. What the hell are you doing out
here? We go on in 20 minutes, June.” I looked up to see two guys
walking over toward us. I assumed them to be June’s brothers. I
quickly pulled my shorts and pants back up, as June bent and
pulled her panties up.

“Damn, those bastards. You promise me that you are not going to
date anyone else before you go out with me, Mac. You don’t leave
this place before we get together again. Promise?”

“I promise, June. I guess I’ll go help unload my van. I’ll be
watching when you play, June. Please watch me too.”

“I wouldn’t miss it, Mac.” June was putting her bra on, and by
this time her brothers were right beside her, “You assholes hold
your horses, I’ll be ready in a minute.”

“What the hell are you doing back here with this fucking
beanpole, anyway, June? We’ve been looking all over the place for
you.”

“I was trying to decide whether or not to even do this, you
idiots. Mac here gave me enough courage to not just start
walking, so you better thank him for saving your goddamn entrance
fee. He’s probably also the guy who is going to beat us today.”

“Nobody is going to beat us, June. Now get back and help us get
set up.” I was dressed now, and moving away when he addressed me,
“You just leave our sister alone, freak.”

“I’ll decide who I see, not you, John. Here, Mac, take this in
case we get split up.” June reached into her purse and pulled out
a slip of paper and a pen. She wrote something on it and held it
out toward me. “This is my number, and you make damn sure you
call, Mister.” As I picked the paper from her hand she turned to
the other man, “Okay, Jed, this is the last favor I owe you two.
You know I would never have been here if you hadn’t fucking
tricked me, and you are damn well going to pay me back somehow.”
I realized then that pretty little June had a fiery temper and a
foul mouth when she was incensed.

My vision of beauty walked away from me, followed by her
brothers, who glared back at me over their shoulders.

I left to find my band mates.

I found them back by the gate where they had been when I left.
Rex and Dana were arguing with a naked guard. Everyone was
already nude.

“Mac! Here you are. They won’t let us in unless we are all
together. We need to get our stuff set up pretty damn soon, guy.
Where the hell have you been?”

“I’ve been trying to keep from dumping all your shit on the
ground and driving off. You guys knew about this and didn’t
bother to tell me. You’re lucky I met someone who talked some
courage into me.”

Dana spoke up, “I don’t know what your problem is, Mac. No one is
going to be looking at you anyway. They’re all going to be
staring at us.” She waved her hands around at her and the other
two girls. I could see the outlines where their tiny bikinis had
been; they obviously didn’t wear much at the beach on spring
break. Nudity wasn’t that big of a step for them. They had
probably spent a lot of time topless in Florida as well.

“Let’s just get this over with. I’m going to have to think long
and hard about our future after this.”

I quickly stripped down and put my sneakers back on bare feet.
After having seen June naked, I didn’t even pop wood for these
three. They were attractive enough, and Janet had a nice set of
jugs, but I was having trouble getting June out of my mind.

I drove the van through the gate, following a tanned middle-aged
woman with a red hat declaring her to be “STAFF”. She directed me
where to park. I got out and followed Rex and the girls after
that. We stood backstage and listened to the first band finish up
with their summer song. This battle was set up right. They had
two stages, and while one band played, the next one set up. The
first band finished, their summer song was a bad rip-off of Blue
Cheer’s “Summertime Blues”.

I’m not sure what the audience attraction was for this contest.
The first group was four middle aged white guys and featured the
lead singer jumping around on stage with his little willie
bouncing all over the place. The next group at least had a female
lead. She was chunky and had lots of tattoos. They did Fleetwood
Mac and Joan Jett covers, then a very lame summer song. It seems
that writing music is not as easy as one would think.

The third group was four black guys and a big fat black woman
doing blues tunes. They were pretty damn good, and the woman had
an incredible voice with over a two octave range. I just wished
that she would quit warbling all around and hold a note once in a
while. Dana and the other girls were staring at the long dicks of
the black guys, but I was watching Jonesville set up on the next
stage. My dick started to get hard as I saw June walking around
over there.

“Damn, would you look at that, Taylor? Mac has a dick every bit
as big as those black guys. Why have you been hiding that away
from us, Mac?” She looked around, “What are you getting hard at,
the fat woman?”

“None of your business, Dana, you just get your shit on stage
when they are done and try to remember your part.”

Dana sniffed and looked back at the Black group as they started
their summer song. This one was competition, a well written and
performed blues tune. It was a bit different in that the song was
sung by two of the men while the woman did a scat melody in the
background. This was going to be hard to beat.

I had to listen to June while setting up my stuff. Our normal
stage set had Rex and Taylor side by side in the back, with Janet
and I forward a bit on each end. Dana was up front in the middle.
She did most of the singing with the other girls blending in
often. Rex and I would add our baritone and bass voices when they
were needed. Sometimes we would sound like a complete chorus.

In the background I could hear Jonesville start out with Led
Zeppelin, followed by Rush and Triumph. June took the normal
power trio guitar and added shit I’d never heard before. I was
really looking forward to sharing techniques with her. This girl
was damn good. When they began their summer song I heard what she
had been telling me, the music was very good, it flowed like
rapids in the spring, but the words didn’t match. You could tell
that it was a stop-gap measure for the contest. I would probably
like the song in its original form. From where I was I couldn’t
actually see June playing, which was a good thing, because my
erection subsided. My dick was still dangling half way to my
knees, but at least it was dangling.

I was clapping as hard as anyone when June finished the song.
Then the lights came up on us. From my position on the left side
of the stage all I could see was Dana’s ass and Janet’s tits. The
crowd was nothing but a blur. Taylor and Rex started “Wild
Child”, and it was on. That was the only cover we did, the next
few songs were a couple of the better tunes I had come up with
over the school year. We paused before the last song, and I saw a
dark red blob in front of the stage before me. I hoped that June
approved of my playing.

It was time to put it all out there. I stomped the overdrive and
wah-wah and wailed the intro to “Summer Nights”. From then on my
concentration was riveted on the music. The more we played
together the more I heard the weaknesses of the other players. I
worked hard to boost them up as they stumbled, sometimes taking
up their part, sometimes overpowering their mistakes. The result
was that I never played a song the same way twice and could not
relax with a comfortable performance. I was a wreck after every
gig, to include this one.

The ending came almost as a surprise to me, and the applause
knocked me back. I hadn’t heard anything like this for any of the
other groups.

We broke down quickly so the next bunch could have the stage.
There were still five groups to go before the competition was
complete.

We had to stack our stuff into a small space behind the stage
just like the other groups had done. There were guards to make
sure nothing came up missing. When the competition was done, the
winner would put on an encore performance.

I looked around after we got it all done, and saw a familiar red
headed figure over by another bunch of equipment. I walked over
to her, and slowly took her hand. She smiled up at me, and
suddenly all was right with the world.

“Hi, Mac, I was hoping that you would find me. You really wail
with that Tele, man. You have this thing won.”

“Me? Shit girl, Jimmie Page could take lessons from you. If I had
to guess, I’d say that the Black group will win, they’re real
professionals.”

“Yeah, they are, but you guys just rocked the audience. Do you
want to go out front and listen to the rest of them?”

“Sure, why not. I really am impressed with your playing, June.
I’m hoping that we can compare notes sometime.”

“Count on it, Buddy. Now take my hand and don’t let go.”

We went out front with the crowd and listened to the rest of the
bands. I only heard one more that would be much competition, a
college group with horns that sounded a lot like Chicago, and
they covered a couple of their songs.

The contest was broken down into two parts, one was the summer
song. The winner of that got the ten grand and the recording
contract. The other part was for the best sounding group, they
got five grand and a touring contract. The song winner was not
eligible for this prize. I would be happy with either one, but
thought that we had the best shot at the song so far. Jonesville
had a good shot at the best sounding group, thanks in great part
to June’s guitar.

After the last group was done, the judges gathered on the stage.
They announced that they wanted some guidance by the audience.
They had reduced the possible song to three candidates, and they
were going to play recordings and ask for applause. This made my
heart sink; any group from this area would get the most applause,
no matter what. The first song played was by the blues group and
the applause was pretty strong, as it should be. These folks were
good. The second was ours, and the applause was thundering. June
was banging her hands together as loudly as she could, and so
were a lot of other people. The last was the college group, and
the applause was not all that great.

“The winner of the best new summer song contest is, Slip Stream
with “Summer Nights”. Would the band please come to the stage?”

I kept June’s hand in mine as we started moving toward the stage.
I thought I could see Rex and the girls come in from the side to
head that way as well.

“While they are making their way up here, let’s vote on the best
sounding band. Number one is Soul Extraction.” They played
another song from the blues group, and the applause was again
strong.

“Number two is The Orangemen.” They played a clip of the college
guys, and the applause was about the same as the last group.

“Number Three is Jonesville.” They played a clip from “Working
Man”, and the applause sounded about the same to me as the rest.

As I was climbing up to the stage with June’s hand held securely
in mine the announcement was made, “After a close vote, the
winner is Soul Extraction. Would the members please come to the
stage?”

I pulled June close to me and said to her, “That should have been
you. I think that lame summer song hurt you.”

“It could have been any of us, Mac. I got the big prize, anyway.”

I wasn’t that sure about that, but what the hell. At the middle
of the stage, Rex and I shook hands, and the girls looked daggers
at June. “Ease up, ladies, she is with me. Now what happens
next?”

An overweight guy with grey hair motioned us toward a microphone,
“Now here is Slip Stream, our summer song contest winners. Let’s
give them a hand folks.” The crowd started cheering and clapping
again. “Do you guys have anything to say?”

The girls looked at Rex and each other, none of them even looked
at me, so I stepped to the mic. “I want to thank you folks for
choosing my song, and the girls here for how they played it. But
I got to tell you, the girl who impressed me the most was June
here.” I pulled June closer to my side, “She can flat out wail
with that guitar, can’t she, folks?” The crowd cheered again, “I
want to ask her to join us in our encore set. What do you guys
say, should I ask her?” The crowd cheered again, I looked down at
June, and she nodded. “All right, she’s gonna join us, see you
again soon.”

I pulled her behind me as I headed out to get our gear. Dana,
Taylor, and Janet were standing there looking stunned, “Come on
kids, we need to get set up again.”

Rex broke the fascination first and jogged over next to me, “Uh,
Mac, how is she going to know what to play?”

“No biggie, Rex, I’ll give her the key and she’ll throw in a sub
lead. She is at least as good as I am, maybe better, and she’ll
fit right in. We’ll do “Rhiannon” and “Walk Away”, and then
follow that with “Hotel California” or “Cities on Flame”,
whichever she knows. We’ll end with a long version of “Dynamite
Day”. She and I can swap leads for about 30 minutes or more. You
start moving our shit. I’ll help her get her stuff first, and
then help you.” Rex and I slapped palms, and I took off with
June.

I wasn’t able to see her on stage, so I had no idea what her
stuff was like. She shocked me when she pulled a Marshall stack
out, and a Gibson hard shell case. I couldn’t wait to see what
was in there. I rolled the amp over onto the stage and set it up
next to where Rex had put mine. June was going to stay right next
to me. I left her to set up and helped Rex with the last couple
of amps. The stage came with its own PA so ours was still in the
van.

When I got back and pulled my Fender out, I saw June tuning up an
emerald green left-handed Gibson Les Paul. I didn’t know which
was more beautiful, the guitar or the player. Janet gave us a
note to tune with, and in a few minutes we were ready. Rex gave
the girls the line up while we waited for the announcer to
introduce us. We had heard them discussing the prizes with the
audience and with the black group as we were setting up. A few
minutes later the MC yelled over at us, “Hey, Slip Stream, are
you ready?”

I didn’t even wait to answer; I started the intro to Rhiannon.
Everyone else joined in, and pretty soon I heard the Marshall
stack moan out a countermelody. We stretched out a couple minutes
extra on the Fleetwood Mac tune, and then moved into the James
Gang version of “Walk Away”. Then June and I played dual leads on
“Hotel California” and we rocked that house for 15 minutes or
more. “Dynamite Day” was written as an excuse to showcase
Taylor’s drumming, and she would generally hit it pretty hard.
This time when she started thumping on the bass drum, I stepped
toward the center of the stage and turned to face June. I began a
simple melody on the E string and kept it up until June had
joined me with it. I moved up to a counter melody on the A and
after a bit, she moved to the D. I screamed a high riff for 8
beats then dropped back to the original E run. She screamed her
own lead for 16 bars and we were off to the races. Rex and the
girls kept the basic riff that was the root of the song going,
but I had worked with them enough that they knew to keep changing
key in a blues progression while the lead ran. June and I were
doing call and answers with high riffs and screaming slides for
at least 10 minutes, then I started a bumble bee run, and kept it
up. June caught on to what I was up to and came at me with the
off key counterpoint. I finally signaled to her to stop, and let
Rex and the girls finish up the song. I was willing to bet that
the smile on my face was a match to the one I could see on
June’s. The crowd was roaring as I stepped over and leaned down
to kiss her. I felt a jolt of electricity go through me. The
crowd had quieted when I did this, and they could hear me over my
mic as I said, “Ohh, first kiss.” June stepped up to the mic then
and said, “And there’ll be a first something else once we get off
this damned stage.” She looked down at the burgeoning erection
she had caused, “You keep that thought in mind, Buddy, I got
plans for you.”

The crowd broke out with laughter and she had to wait a minute
for it to die down, “I need my idiot brothers to come up here and
help these folks tear down. Mac and I got other things to do.”
The crowd laughed again as we put our guitars down and she led me
off the stage.

Down on the ground June looked around, slightly baffled. I wasn’t
sure what she was hunting for, so I stayed quiet.

A well muscled guy with a bandana on his head came over to us,
“If you meant what you said, Miss, I got a place out back you can
use. No one will be able to see you, but you may have an audience
outside listening in. Are you interested?”

“Hell yeah,” June said, “lead the way.”

The guy laughed and turned around. We followed him out through
the crowd. Along the way he signaled to several people who tagged
along. It felt real strange, following the ass of this guy.
Somehow I had almost forgotten that we were in a nudist camp,
until I looked down and saw this guy’s dick swinging back and
forth through the gap between his thighs as he walked. I suddenly
realized that the people following us could see the same thing
with me. June must have sensed something because she looked over
at my now flushed face.

“What’s the matter, Mac? What has got you flustered now?”

I looked down, “I suddenly realized that we are naked. I can see
his dick and balls, and the people behind us can see mine.”

“Lucky people, you are mine now, Mister, and you are not allowed
to be embarrassed by your appearance. I like the way you look and
intend to spend a lot of time just looking at you. What we are
going to do now is no more than the physical manifestation of
what you did to me on stage. By the time we finished that song I
had juice running down my legs and if my bush wasn’t so dense you
would have seen my clit sticking out. I’m so hot and horny I
can’t stand it much longer.”

So that is what that delightful smell was.

The big guy walked up to a pop up camper, opened the door, and
waved us in. “Here is my place folks. The sheets on the bed in
front are clean, and it works great as long as you don’t get too
enthusiastic. I’ll make sure no one disturbs you, just ignore any
comments you might hear from outside.” I blushed again as June
led me into the camper and the door was closed behind me. I had
to duck a lot to stand in here, but June pulled me over to the
bed to the right and pushed me down.

“Lean back just a bit, Honey. I’m going to do something I’ve
wanted to ever since I first saw that monster between your legs.”
I don’t know about ‘monster’ per say, I was only about ten inches
or so. Some of the guys I had seen on the way here were bigger
than me. June knelt on the floor in front of me and began making
love to my cock. That is the only way I can describe it. She
gently cupped my balls with one hand as she stroked my dick and
cooed to it like it was a puppy or something. Then she licked me
from my nutsack to the tip on the underside, and back down across
the top. I knew then that I had only thought that I was hard
before, now I was petrified.

“I’m not going to be able to handle much of that, June. No one
has ever done that to me before, and I have been excited quite a
bit today.”

She backed off for a moment, “I know that, Mac. Don’t worry about
holding back, I want you to relax and enjoy. I’m going to cover
my tits with your first shots.” There were some giggles from
outside. Obviously they could hear everything we said. Well it
was too late to look for somewhere else now, screw it. No, screw
me, finally.

With her statement of painting her tits, it didn’t take long
before I was panting and gasping and spurting all over her.
“Damnation, Mac, you’ve been holding that in for a while. Good
thing I didn’t try to swallow it, I’d have choked.” More chuckles
from outside, “Oh, good. You’re not getting soft at all. Stay
right there while I climb on.”

June stood up and pushed my knees together. She then straddled
them and sat on my thighs, trapping my dick between us. I was
leaning back on my elbows and I looked at the strips of white all
over her chest. “I’m sorry that I don’t have a hymen for you,
darling, my hairbrush got that years ago. I’ve never been with a
man before, and it is going to take a bit of work before I’m
ready to accept you.”

“I wanted to taste you, June.”

“Next time, Mac, you’ll get your chance, believe me.” She lifted
up on her knees and reached down between us. I felt the head of
my dick rubbed between her pussy lips, and then she slowly
lowered herself onto me. I bent a bit, and then she pushed me
through. “Oh, that is so good,” she pushed on down, “You fill me
so full. I’m in heaven.” I’d argue with her on that point, I’m
the one inside heaven as far as I can see, but I had no intention
of making a sound.

“Oh, God, there is still so much of you to go, and I’m stuffed.”
June lifted off, and then slid back down, going deeper each time
she did it. I couldn’t believe how tight she was, it felt like my
cock was being stuffed into a wet knothole. The more she worked
at it, the smoother and better it felt. Soon she was moving up
and down and I could feel the silky walls of her pussy massaging
me. My hands were rubbing her thighs while I tried to stay still
and let her run things. Having come a few minutes earlier, I
should be able to last for a bit yet, but the feelings were
incredibly intense.

Her movements became jerky and unstructured, “Oh, oh, oh, gaawwd,
oh gaawd.” She slumped against my chest, so I sat up and hugged
her against me. After a minute to let her rest, I rolled over and
lay her down on the bed. Her legs were hanging off the side of
the bed, and my feet were on the floor. I lifted my chest off of
her and pulled my ass back, sliding out of her sopping wet pussy
till just the tip of my dick was still encased within her. I
slowly pushed back in and was rewarded with a groan. I began deep
stroking. Her legs came up and her heels hooked behind my thighs.
I concentrated on keeping the rhythm smooth as long as I could,
but it didn’t take long before I could feel another come on the
way. June was huffing and puffing and just as I knew I couldn’t
wait any more she yelled out loud, and I buried myself as deep as
I could and came.

I held myself off of her upper body as I became soft, but I was
still pressing against her in the middle and there was no where
for me to go. Sounds from outside began to make themselves known.
Groans and grunts and squeals made it sound like there was an
orgy going on out there, and there may have been.

I looked down at June, “That was fantastic, June, but we need to
get out of here. Can I drive you home, or would you like to come
home with me? I have an apartment with a queen sized bed, and I
can take you home whenever you want. I don’t want the weekend to
end. I don’t want to see you go. We’ve got a lot of Summer Nights
ahead of us, sweet June.”

That got a lot of laughs from outside, especially when I stood up
and banged my head against the roof of the camper. It didn’t
matter though; I had won more than I had ever dreamed possible at
this contest and nothing was going to bring me down.