“Is that a fact?”
”That’s a fact.” She began to kiss my chest through my T-shirt.
“What do you think we should be wearing?” I asked innocently, while Kathy ran her hands under my T-shirt.
“Nothing,” she said, putting her arms around me and kissing me.
I felt myself getting harder as I tasted her tongue. She undressed me slowly as we swayed to the music. Kathy took my shirt off, made slow circles around my nipples and they began to harden. I removed her teddy and teased her nipples with my tongue. I glided my tongue around her beautiful dark circles, coming close, but never touching her nipples. Kathy stroked my ever-hardening dick—long, even strokes, from tip to shaft. She squeezed my nipples and her stroking became more intense, more focused.
Kathy spread her legs and I slide my hand along thighs and gently fingered her clit. I felt it getting harder under my touch. Her head drifted back and she moaned her approval. I heard her moan again, felt her body quiver. I watched her turn around, and enjoyed the perfection that is her ass.
Kathy lay down on the bed and put a pillow over her stomach, so her fat ass was up in the air. I sat beside her and ran my hands along her back, her perfect ass, her firm thighs. “Come get this pussy.”
I did as she asked and entered her. I felt her ass bucking, pounding against me. I felt the muscles inside her tighten. Her body shook and she yelled, “I don’t want to cum yet.”
I repositioned myself on the bed and Kathy proceeded to lower her body on to my face. I ran my tongue along her lips and proceeded to lick and suck her swollen clit. She moaned her pleasure and slid her hand up and down my dick.
Kathy lowered her head and took me into her mouth. My back arched. The movement of my tongue increased to a pace that coincided with hers. Once again, I felt her body quiver and she removed herself from my face. She crawled down my body, stroking my dick as she moved closer to it.
Kathy looked back and winked at me, then lowered herself onto me, taking my dick into the wetness between her thighs. I love watching her ass slid up and down on my dick, and she knows it, says it turns her on. Kathy came hard and drenched me with her juices. I had to taste her. I slid my hands under her thighs and lifted her back to my waiting tongue. I tried my best to suck that pussy dry, but the I more I sucked the more she came.
When she couldn’t take any more, Kathy rolled off of me and laid on her back. She spread her legs as wide as she could and I dove between them. We fucked hard, slamming our bodies into each other until our bodies shook. We screamed together and passed out in each other’s arms. We never even made it the beach that weekend.
That night, all of us were a little nervous, you know, our first time playing together in public; but we all knew it would pass as
soon as the set began. Naturally, I wanted my boys to come, but I didn’t tell them that I was playing. I just asked them to meet me there in time for the second set. I had been keeping Linda up on what I was doing. “You doing anything tonight?”
“Nothing special,” Linda replied.
“The band got its first gig tonight, so if you’re not doing anything tonight, come check us out.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world.”
At that moment, Peggy came into my office. “What wouldn’t you miss, Linda?”
“Tavarus and his new band are playing their first gig tonight,” Linda told Peggy.
“Oh. I didn’t know Tavarus was in a band.”
“You should come check them out,” Linda said, and I ran my hand over my face. Since the night we got drunk and Peggy set it out for me, I had pretty much been avoiding her. So I wasn’t too hyped about her going.
“What’s the name of your band?” Peggy asked.
“We call ourselves Hard Bop,” I said with pride.
“What kind of music do you play?”
“We play hard bop.”
They both looked at each other and then at me, with confussed looks on their faces. I knew that I had to explain.
“Hard bop is a style of jazz that is an extension of bebop or bop music. Hard bop incorporates influences from rhythm and blues, gospel, and blues, especially in the saxophone and piano playing.
“Oh,” Peggy commented.
“That explains a lot. Now, what is bebop?”
“Bebop or bop is a form of jazz characterized by fast tempos and improvisation based on a harmonic structure rather than melody. It was developed in the early and mid-1940s. So ends the history lesson.”