Date: Sun, 11 Jun 2017 23:55:14 -0400
From: oldhippie1949 <oldhippie1949@gmail.com>
Subject: Davy's On The Road Again, Ch. 5

Davy's On The Road Again, Chapter 5

The following story is fiction. Sure, some of it may seem real but that's
because it's based upon true events and episodes in the life of your humble
narrator. It involves all variations of sex between men and women, between
women and women, between men and mem and in all combinations thereof. The
story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true
sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about
their private lives. There are lyrics to songs that add not only tribute to
the songwriters but add color and atmosphere to the story. Some of the
characters are real people whose names have not been changed. They are
there to advance the story and expand your imagination. I hope you enjoy
the telling and the tale.

I wrote this story several years ago and published it on another site. This
version is updated at corrected and in some ways is different from the
original story. Send your comments to oldhippie1949@gmail.com. Thank you.
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My welcome into Aspen could not have been better. I was so glad to be with
my old college roommates, Stevie and Sally. Our familiarity and comfort
level was so very good that even not seeing them for years had not altered
our intimacy. Their friend, Amy, was a welcome bonus, too. We got along
like old chums although we had just met. I rather felt that she fit me like
a kid glove and I was very taken by her. I felt the same vibe coming from
her and I had a deep sense of wellness. After a night of extraordinary sex
coupled with a deep soulful connection, I wondered if, perhaps, I was
falling in love again. I was confused by this possibility. On one hand,
after a long and bitter divorce, I never wanted to fall in love again.
Better to have no-strings relationships was my policy, have some good fuck
buddies and move along. Yet this woman had made me see something deeper and
had made me recognize that maybe love wasn't so bad after all. I took deep
breaths and chose to see where events would lead. Still, in the back of my
mind, I wasn't ruling anything out.

After breakfast, Amy pulled me outside and in a quiet voice, told me that
she had to leave.

"Davy, I must go back home and take care of some things. It will take me
several hours. But I don't want you to think that I'm running out on you.
I've never said this to anyone before but I desperately want to see you
again later. Please tell me that you feel the same way."

"Amy, isn't it obvious? But let me put it this way: I'll be 'okay' for the
rest of the day but I won't be 'great' until I see you again. Yes, I feel
the same way...and it frightens me a little but I'm willing to take this
ride with you. In fact, I haven't felt this instantly close to someone in
many years. I think that maybe you and I are onto something - something
good. Yes, I want to see you later."

Her face could hardly contain her smile, "I know that we just met and have
much to learn about each other but my intuition says that we are on the
same side, so to speak. So yes, please call me when you return."

I went to give her a little kiss but she pulled me close and hugged me to
her. I could feel her ardor. She released me and ran into the house to say
goodbye and then she was off.

Sally and Stevie were grinning like Cheshire cats when I walked back into
the kitchen. "I think Davy and Amy are an item," said Stevie.

"So when are you moving in with her, Davy?" Sally inquired with twinkling
eyes.

"Look, you two, we just met. I mean, I'm not even here 24 hours, for God's
sake! I really, really like her a lot but now it's time to take a deep
breath, you know what I'm saying?"

"Yeah, I know what Davy's saying but what is Dick saying?" Sally could be
so persistent and so basic.

"Well, let's just see what happens. Normally, I might say 'let's take it
slow' but we're a bit past that!"

"Come on, Davy, we've got stops to make," Stevie hustled me off to get
dressed. A half hour later, after I put Santo into a large outdoor pen with
his bones, the three of us were driving scenic backroads toward Aspen. Good
God, this place was beautiful. After a while ogling the hills and fields,
we pulled into the town and parked in front of a little restaurant with
small tables outside on the porch.

"Come in and look around. We're in the middle of lunch now."

Stevie went into the kitchen while Sally showed me around. Most of the
tables were filled but the noise level was restrained. I took a look at a
menu. The dishes all looked good and the prices were a bit steep. The least
expensive sandwich was a Croque Monsieur at $11.00. Waitresses buzzed by
with full trays. I walked around the place and noticed a second dining room
as well as rear deck looking out toward the mountains. I quickly surmised
that this was a good and thriving business. Sally led me into the kitchen
and I watched as she tasted several pots on the stove and commented to the
chef about one of them. I couldn't hear what she was saying but I could
tell that she was instructing him. She walked over to the fryer and taking
a foil plate, she filled it with fries. At that point, Stevie walked out of
the office and they shared some private words. They said goodbye to each
worker and led me out, back to the car.

"Davy, have some sweet potato fries. They're good." I scooped up a bunch
and had to agree. They had a bit of cinnamon on them and it enhanced the
taste and differentiated them from any other sweet potato fries I'd ever
had. Stevie was pretty happy as he scooped some, too. From there, we drove
a couple of blocks and pulled into another place, which had more of a beer
tavern feel to it. It, too, was bustling inside with several couples
waiting to be seated. I noticed that most of the fare were hamburgers and
beer. The prices were cheaper, too, by just a little. Stevie and Sally
repeated the same routine as in the first restaurant only a whole lot
faster. We left this place and Stevie placed his receipts into a lockbox in
the trunk. They led me across the street to a very fancy hotel and we
strode into the restaurant. This place was very snazzy with white linen
tablecloths. There was a quiet buzz in the dining room and lots of
well-dressed people drinking mojitos and cosmos. While Stevie went to the
office, Sally led me to a table toward the rear and we sat down.

"All of our restaurants do well but this place is a cash cow. The prices
are absurd and we also supply the room service. This place is one of Amy's
properties. (That comment raised my eyebrows.) I like to come in here a few
times a week and cook. Stevie likes to bounce around all our restaurants
but I like this one the best because I can use my culinary experience to
cook French, Italian or Creative American."

I marveled at the stunning decor when a waitress stopped by and asked Sally
if we wanted anything. Sally thought for a moment and told her to bring us
a large sampler platter for three because Stevie would be joining us.
Within a few minutes, another waitress came over and opened a bottle of
Coppola Claret. Pouring out three glasses, she left the bottle. Moments
later, our first waitress set down several small platters with Black
Truffle Asparagus Salad, Citrus Poached Lobster, some beef tenderloin as
well as some other tasty treats. As soon as the plates were set out, Stevie
joined us.

"Oh, good, I love the asparagus salad," he said. He and Sally took small
tastes of each dish. Over one dish, a lamb coulis, he waved over the
waitress and told her to send out the chef. The chef promptly arrived.

"Yes, Mr. Stephen. Is everything alright, sir?"

"Yes, Raymond, everything is delicious although I think you put a little
extra truffle on the asparagus salad for Sally."

The chef smiled, "My secret."

"I have a question. What did you do to the carrot-saffron coulis?"

"I decided to try using caramelized carrots to see if I could sweeten it
just a little. Also, there is a pinch of mint. Do you like it?"

"I love it. I noticed it the mint right away. The carrots are a nice touch.
What do you think, Sal?"

"Mmm...yes, I like it but I think you could use a tiny bit more mint...make
it a little more pronounced, make it more distinctive...also, you've given
me an idea with the carrots. When I come in on Wednesday, let's try a
tsimmis, it will go well with the chops."

"Excellent, Miss Sally. Is there anything else? I have to check in the
dinner vegetable delivery."

"No, thank you, Raymond...oh, and Raymond, you're off on Tuesday, right?"

"Yes sir."

Stevie got up from the table and slowly walked with Raymond toward the
kitchen. I saw him place some money in Raymond's palm and the chef was
effusive in his thanks. When Stevie returned, he told us that he's covered
Raymond's green fees and clubhouse lunch.

"Raymond doesn't know this yet but we'll be taking over the clubhouse
kitchen next month. I instructed him to be observant and let me know what
their Tuesday numbers are."

We finished our meal and headed for their last restaurant. This one was on
the edge of town and it was a cantina.

Sally looked at the full parking lot and said, "This is my least favorite
cuisine but it is, by far, the most profitable. With a minimum of
ingredients, you can make the maximum amount of different dishes.
Absolutely nothing is wasted. I'd offer you something but the last meal was
delicious and I don't want to kill the taste."

I agreed. We walked around the outside of the restaurant and all the
outdoor tables were filled. This was busier and noisier than the other
places. The prices were cheap and the beer flowed. Stevie came out of the
cantina and we drove off to the bank.

"Pure profit," he said happily, "I love that beer!"

After the deposit was complete, we headed off back in the direction of
their ranch. I commended them on their business savvy.

"Yeah, we're doin' better than we ever did," said Sally, "and the golf
clubhouse is going to make us a tidy sum." She turned toward me, "That's
another one of Amy's properties.' (I was impressed.) "Stevie, I want to
make a different special every day each month...I think we should publish
our specials to draw more diners in...what do you think?"

"Well, let's see after the first couple of months. We may have a pretty
large built-in clientele already from what I can see. We may not have to
advertise at all."

They went on about this until we passed a large piece of property. Stephen
pointed out that it had belonged to Hunter Thompson.

"You two would have loved each other, Davy, although he was pretty tough
character toward the end."

We pulled up to the Woody Creek Tavern and parked. Lots of large umbrellas
surrounded the place and you could hear lots of noise behind the fence. The
place looked very funky. I noticed the very casual attire of the customers.

"My favorite competition! How are you guys? Too busy to hang out these
days?"

"George, you old bastard, how are you? Damn you look old! You ready to sell
to me or what?"

George laughed at the joke. They all hugged each other and we pulled up
chairs. Sally went off to the Ladies' Room with her phone in her hand.
George ordered some fish tacos and a pitcher of "Doggy Style Amber."
Immediately, I fell in love with this place. I loved the funky decor and
all the pictures hanging on the wall. Pictures of Hunter Thompson and Bill
Clinton, Thompson with Johnny Depp, Thompson and Jann Wenner, Thompson and
Jimmy Carter, Thompson and Pat Buchanon (go figure!) and others. It
reminded me of the old Blue Parrot back in the good old days of East
Hampton before Ralph Lauren bought the village and ruined it. The Woody
Creek Tavern was the real thing - a great local hang.

As we chowed down on the tacos and nachos, people came by to shoot the shit
with George, Stevie and Sally. Finally George said, "You gonna introduce me
to your friend here or just be rude?"

"Davy Harper," I said and put out my hand.

"Davy Harper, the singer?" he asked.

"I was once, "I said.

"Damn, boy, I got the 45 you did with Jimmy Buffett on the jukebox inside.
He was here the other day and played it. No shit! Well, I'll be damned! And
it took you this long to come by old George's place?"

"Way too long, George. I love this place. I should have come out here years
ago but I never got booked out here. I apologize."

"You want to play here one night? It'd be great?"

"We'll see," I said, waffling.

Sally jumped in, "Let's see what his lady has to say about that. Here she
comes now. I took the liberty of calling her before."

Amy walked up to the table and gave George a kiss. He looked at me and with
wide eyes said, "If you've hooked up with Amy Bieler, you have my undying
respect, Mr. Harper. She's the best woman within a thousand miles, bar
none...next to Ms. Sally here, of course." To Amy, he said, "Could you
convince your buddy here to come by and serenade us locals one night? Do
you for me, baby. Do it for George?"

"It's all up to him, Georgie, but I'll put in a good word."

"Okay, okay," I said. "How 'bout tomorrow night? But here's the deal - no
cover, absolutely free in exchange for some of your barbeque."

"You got a deal, son." We shook hands on it.

We finished up our lunch and I was crazy about the loose vibe. Everything
was very cool and laid back. Something happened that hadn't happened in a
long time - I began to write a song in my head, I mean a real song. Amy saw
that I seemed preoccupied and told Stevie that she was stealing me away for
a while and that we would return for dinner.

"You better because Sally and I are whipping up something special tonight."

We hopped into her car and roared off.

"Okay, Yankee, why are you so quiet? Is anything wrong?

"Wrong? Are you kidding? What could possibly be wrong? I love this place.
I'm kinda quiet because I'm writing a song in my head."

"Awesome! Tell me..."

"Okay but it's not cooked yet...It's vaguely about this whole area...and my
friends...and the tavern...and you. The chorus is based around the line,
'...in the key of me...'. Do you have a scrap of paper?"

"In the glove compartment...there's a pen there, too."

I started to scribble down my thoughts and phrases. The song was rushing
out. I paid no attention to where Amy was going nor how much time had
passed until she pulled up to a clearing and parked. We got out of the car
and I realized we were on the top of a mountain looking out at miles of
spectacular terrain. The air was crisp and cool but the blue sky made me
start to palpitate with excitement and wonder.

"Oh...my...God. This is paradise."

"Yes, it's my favorite place. Here, come with me." She grabbed a bag from
the car and took my hand steering me along a wooded path as we climbed
higher still. We came to another clearing. There was a rustic wooden cabin
facing a long grass covered slope. She unlocked the cabin and flipped on
the furnace and water. There were large floor-to-ceiling windows with that
amazing forever view beyond. She pulled a bottle of Veuve-Cliquot from the
fridge and uncorked it pouring two glasses.

"This place is yours?"

"Yup, all mine. It's my retreat. But today, it's our secret place."

It was cold inside but I could hear the furnace pumping.

"Come over here, boy toy." She seated me on the couch facing the windows
and handed me a glass of champagne. She grabbed an ash tray and lit a pipe.
Then she grabbed a large fur blanket and threw it over me. She crawled on
the couch and we snuggled together, drinking, toking and watching a pair of
hawks circling in the sky. We sat quietly absorbing the serenity. My
breathing began to calm, I felt myself centering and I began to silently
meditate.

We sat for a long time until she whispered, "Come back, Davy. Come back to
Amy." I quietly turned to her and smiled. I kissed her softly on her
forehead, on the "third eye."

I began to whisper, "If I am circling with the hawks high up in the air, I
know I'm there...If I'm in the redwood tub all naked and bare, I know I'm
there...If I'm at Woody Creek Tavern eating fish tacos, medium rare, I know
I'm there. There must be something in the water, I think you'll
agree...Something that makes everyone so happy and free...That something is
In The Key of Me."

"Amazing. Davy, that's great. I think it will be the new Aspen anthem. Do
you have a melody yet?"

"When I get back, I'll work out some ideas on my guitar. Maybe Stevie will
help me. We haven't written together since forever."

"I love it. And I have to tell you two secrets. The first is that I've
always loved your music. And the second is that I think I could be falling
in love with you."

"Shhh...don't talk about love...not yet...too soon"

"Okay, I agree. Don't be mad at me. I feel like a young girl again, that's
all."

We began to kiss...kisses like starving beggars at their first meal in
months. Under the fur coverlet, the heat began to rise as we grappled each
other. Our lovemaking became a frenzy as we tore at each others clothes.
The cabin was warm now and we tumbled off the couch onto the carpeting and
the pelt in front of the windows. Her fingers dug into my back as we rolled
around. This was fiery sex, this was urgent and animal lust. I sucked at
her nipples, I sucked at them hard. She sucked on mine and bit them, not
gently. I pushed my penis into her and her rolled and humped, grinding and
banging against each other. She rolled me onto my back and I slapped her
tush. I rolled her onto her back and pumped into her with a powerful force.
She returned the thrusts. We grunted and yelped. This was not sex, this was
not fucking, this was rutting. As I felt my climax boiling up from my
balls, I looked out the window and I was suspended in space. I was fucking
in the clouds. I was in free fall. Amy felt it too as she held me close,
our bodies dripping in sweat. She pushed her hand down to her clit and
began to frantically rub and strum it. I pulled her up onto my lap and we
began an orgasmic seesaw. I began to cum and I arched my back and threw
back my head. We were flying through space and I felt myself levitating.
She cried out and pushed her cunt down on me, her cum flowing over me. We
were floating, carried by the wind. And then we were quiet, nestled in each
others arms.

"I know how you are feeling, Amy. I'm feeling the same. You, too, are in
the key of me and I am loving every minute of you."

"Shhh...don't talk about love, Davy...not yet...too soon."

I smirked and spanked her butt. She returned the spank and we fell over,
giggling like little kids.

"Wiseass! Amy, at one point, we floated outside the window and made love in
the clouds. Did you feel that?"

"I did, Davy, and I wondered if you also felt that. We were flying. We were
like in free fall without the parachutes but it was okay because you were
my parachute."

"And you were mine. I felt like I was tripping."

She thought about that for a minute and then said, "Do you think that if we
ever have bad sex, our affair will be over?"

"I don't think we will ever have bad sex. I don't think it's possible."

"Do you believe in fate?"

"I believe that I have waited my entire life to be here, in you, right now.
I believe that some force was pulling me west when I first started this
trip. I didn't know then what that force might be nor where it was coming
from but I am coming to understand that it was coming from your heart. And
I am glad."

We lay silently on the carpet, covered in fur and enjoying the feeling of
our sweaty bodies against each other. She rolled toward the window and my
moist dick slid between her ass cheeks. We silently stared out at the
panorama and we were at peace, flying with the hawks.

We lay together for what seemed an eternity, floating in a cosmic void.

"This place is so spiritual. It is a religious experience."

Yes, it is. It's been that way for hundreds of years. Just beyond the
trees, over in that direction, is a place where Indians have always come to
meditate and sometimes hold ceremonies. I hid this place away from that
place. I didn't want to disturb their serenity. I gave the cabin a small
footprint and blended it into the land so it would be obscured. This is my
sacred place. And, I'll tell you a secret. I've never had anyone here with
me before. You are the first. Please don't tell anyone about it. Promise."

"I promise that it will never pass my lips. I'm honored to be here and I
thank you for your trust."

"Yes, Davy, I do trust you. I felt the vibe immediately. I feel we are
kindred lost souls reaching out toward each other."

"I have that vibe, too. I feel secure with you. Throughout my life, people
have betrayed me but I know that you won't."

"Never, Davy. Never."

I kissed her neck and she hugged me. We lay welded together, spooned
tightly. I began to get hard again.

"No, baby. It's getting late and we have to go back." She grabbed my hand
and pulled me up. "Come on, let's shower."

She pulled me into the bathroom which was also an amazing space. One wall
was all window. Lots of wall space filled with mirrors reflected the sky.
Amy placed some towels on a special warmer and we stepped into the open
shower space. We soaped each other and I examined every inch of her. At one
point, she leaned her hands against the wall and I slipped myself between
her buttocks and into her tight rear entrance. She pushed back at me as I
squeezed her breasts and we fucked like that for a few minutes. Toweling
off with the warm towels in front of the window made it seem that we were
showering outdoors. Everything about this woman, her demeanor, her
lifestyle, even her space was sensuous.

We dressed and straightened up the cabin. She locked it up and we strolled
down the trail to her car. The ride down the mountain was exhilarating and
when we reached the base and stopped at a crossing, I took her hand.

"That was a very special afternoon for me. I cannot thank you enough. Your
secret is secure with me. I swear to that."

"You're very welcome, darling. For a long time, I had the desire to share
that space with someone but never found the right one...until you. You are
the right one."

"I'm impressed that you even found that location and built on it. How did
you do that?"

"We'll save that for another time. But let me ask you a question? Do you
know when you're hitting the road again? I have an ulterior motive for
asking that."

"I'm thinking about the day after tomorrow. I also have to extend my RV
rental."

"Where are you headed from here?"

"I'm not sure. I wanted to go up to Ft. Collins to see some music buddies,
some of The Subdudes, or maybe Boulder to see my niece but I don't know
now. I want to see the Grand Canyon. I've never seen it from the ground
level, only seen it when I've flown over it, which is cool, too. Then I
want to stop in Palm Springs. I want to stop by the Betty Ford Clinic to
see some counselors there and make a donation...we're old friends and also,
I put one of my kids in there and, bless them, it worked. They are
wonderful...truly saints. I also want to stay at a fancy nudist/sex resort
down there, too. It's a luxury place with a ritzy spa and other stuff."

"Wow, that sounds hot! I'm so jealous!"

"So that's my plan. It's a flexible plan, because there is suddenly a great
lure keeping me here." I smiled at her and she smiled back.

"Let's talk again of this but right now we have dinner tonight and a
concert tomorrow night and I needn't tell you how I am looking forward to
that!"

We pulled up to the ranch and Santo came racing up to the car well ahead of
Stevie. I think Santo felt that I had abandoned him the way he attacked me
with kisses and little whimpers.

"Hey there, buddy! Did you have fun today? Were you my best boy?"

"He was great. I took him for a walk through the fields. He's a great
dog....and where were you two?

"I took Davy places he's never been to,' laughed Amy as we shared a private
smile.

"I have no doubt about that! Well, come in because Sally and I have been
slaving away preparing your favorite meal."

I walked into the house and my senses were attacked by the fantastic aromas
coming from the stove, "Aha, you're cooking creole!"

"Right you are, Davy, my boy! Let's see. I got about forty minutes to go so
why don't you guys get into the tub for a while."

"No, not now, Sal, but after dinner. Right now, I want to talk to Stevie
about this show tomorrow...oooh, that smells good!" I knew that creole
cooking was one of Sally's specialties having learned under the tutelage of
John Fosse, Paul Prudhomme and Susan Spicer. Unconsciously, I found myself
drooling.

"Stevie, I'm working on a song and I want you to help me finish it. I want
to play it tomorrow. Also, I want you to play autoharp. Say yes."

"Not only will I say yes but I asked some friends to stop by tomorrow. Stan
plays string bass and his wife plays violin."

"Do you know anyone on harmonica?"

"Yeah, Tom plays a mean harp. I'll call him."

"Cool."

I walked into the kitchen, "Hey Sal, you gotta a lagniappe for the kid?"

"Here, what d'ya think?" She fed me a forkful of dirty rice.

"Ohmigod, I'm transported. That's superb."

"Who loves ya, baby?"

I dropped to my knees and said, "I am not worthy!" then I pulled down her
shorts and bit her tush. She slapped my head and yelled at me."

"How'm I gonna cook with you biting my ass? Get outta here. Stevie, get him
outta here! Amy, please help me here, would you?"

"Come on, Davy, show me that song."

We sat down in the living room. Stevie got out his autoharp and I pulled
out my Martin. I laid out the song as I had it and began to strum a
pattern. After about fifteen minutes, Stevie and I had fashioned a melody
and I had another couple of verses. We always had a natural way of working
together and writing together was a re-bonding experience. We were working
on the bridge but not getting it right. Amy came out of the kitchen and
listened.

"What about this?, she offered. "Going down the road with no end in
sight/Rolling through the hills in the morning light/Ain't nothing feels
good like feeling right/When I'm in your loving arms in Aspen tonight."

"I love it."

"Me, too. I works."

Stevie and I played the song through from beginning to end. Amy added a
harmony that made the song just perfect. When we ended, we all beamed at
each other.

"Not only is this a great song but I have to share writing credits with the
two of you!"

We laughed. Sally yelled from the kitchen, "Sing it again!" And so we did.
This time it was even better than the first time.

"I think I have a backup singer for tomorrow." Amy turned bright red. "Oh
yes," I said emphatically, "you're part of the group now. I'm very excited
about this and I haven't felt this vibe since...since...since Woodstock!"

"I think this calls for a celebration," said Stevie as he lit a joint.

"Y'all sit down. Dinner is ready!"

We took our seats around the rustic dining room table. Santo sat between my
legs knowing that I would pass him tidbits. The cabernet had aired out and
was delicious. Sally first served us Voodoo Shrimp - blackened jumbos stuck
into a square of cornbread and dripping with raspberry sauce. In front of
each plate were two powerful gin-soaked cherry bombs.

"Damn, this is good," said Amy, "I never had this before. Where'd you learn
how to make this, Sally?"

"You can blame your friend, Davy, over there. He turned me on to creole
cuisine over thirty years ago. He learned from Stanley Dural, Jr.,
Buckwheat Zydeco himself. This is real zydeco comfort food. Right, Davy?"

My mouth was full and I grunted in agreement.

The next course was a small salad of greens and pieces of fruit with a few
pecans thrown in which cooled down the palate just right. Next came a large
bowl of Dirty Rice, a spicy jambalaya with chopped beef and chopped pork.
She brought out a dish piled high with sauteed string beans and chopped
garlic. Finally, she placed a large platter of Andouille Sausage swimming
in a blue cheese sauce.

"Oh Sally, this is great. This is the real thing. Where do you get the
Andouille? This is authentic?"

"I got 'em from New Orleans. Susie flew up here a few months ago and I
asked her to bring some with her. She also brought me fresh filé and a jar
of her roux. Good, isn't it?"

Indeed it was. The wine flowed, the joint passed and before you knew it the
plates and platters were empty. I have to admit that even Santo was
smiling. When a belch was heard from under the table, laughter flowed, too.

"And now, if you'll give me a few minutes, I'll get dessert and
coffee...real coffee and not that chicory shit. Amy, I need your help
again. Boys, clear the table. Santo, honey, lick the plates!"

"Yes, ma'am."

Stevie and I were pretty wasted having smoked another joint and our munchie
factor was also pretty high when Sally came out with dessert.

"Coffee, beignets and the piece-de-resistance, a little Bananas Foster!"

I literally gasped as the dessert melted in my mouth.

"The beignets are from the Cafe Du Monde mix and the Bananas Foster is all
me, courtest of The Commander's Palace recipe," Sally curtsied.

We were all satiated and just lay around rubbing our stomachs watching
Santo licking up the plates. I was the first to head for the john.

When I returned, I pulled out my guitar again and we went over some of the
songs I intended to do. Stevie added his autoharp and he and Amy added
harmony. I sounded real good, much better than I'd though it would. I felt
confident that the show would succeed as I put my guitar into the case.

"I want to tub now," said Sally, "who's joining me?"

"I will,' said Amy.

"Give us a few minutes, honey and we'll join you, okay?," said Stevie.

When we were alone, Stevie got serious with me.

"Why don't you think about moving out here permanently, Davy? What do have
back east? You'd thrive out here. I'm serious about this. You and Amy make
a great team."

"It has crossed my mind, Stevie. But I have some unfinished business to
attend to and I do love the ocean, you know."

"Think hard about it. You don't have to worry, you have some money now. And
Amy...Amy is loaded. Sally and I could make it easy for you. Think on it,
will you do that for me?"

"I will, Stevie. I promise."

We finished the joint and made some small talk about old friends, recalling
experiences with Lenny and Lena, old friends from Santa Cruz. Then we
headed for the hot tub tossing our clothes as we walked.

As we walked out onto the deck, Amy and Sally were feeling each other up in
the tub. Stevie and I just watched as we slipped into the tub across from
them.

"Sally, it's enough already! Keep your hands off her, she's mine!"

"Tough. She was mine before she was yours. Anyway, you know me, I love to
play with boobies. And anyway, it's been too long since I tasted my
favorite hostess or maitre d' or whatever her title was."

"You worked for them?" I asked Amy.

"It's a long story that I'll tell you sometime but not right now. Can't you
see, I'm busy!"

I laughed, "Sally, you are such a slut. You've always been a slut!"

Sally and Stevie said in unison, "And I always will be!"/"And she always
will be!" but Stevie added, "...but she's my slut, if that's possible!"

"What a pair you two are," I remarked. I suddenly felt a wave of tiredness
come over me from the combination of my day, the meal and the hot tub.
"Suddenly, I'm very woozy. I think I have to crash for a while, if you
goofballs will excuse me."

I pulled myself out of the tub to everyone's concern. Amy got out of the
tub and helped me into the bedroom. Santo seemed aware as well as he
followed on my heels.

"I really okay, Amy, it's just this exhaustion came over me. Maybe I just
need a little nap."

"Here, let me tuck you in. Just let me hold you. Fall asleep on my lap."

Santo jumped on the bed and pushed his body into my side. I lay my head in
Amy's lap and closed my eyes as Amy quietly sang the Aspen song to me. I
closed my eyes and drifted off into a deep comforting slumber.

I awoke in the early morning feeling much better and considerably revived.
My deep sleep had done me good and my mind flashed back to a dream I
experienced, in color and widescreen. It was a happy dream, a dream about
redemption and success. In the dream, Amy and I were settled into a house
and in a very tight relationship. My children were there and they told me
that their mother was sorry about what she had done and that she wanted to
reconcile. I explained that I was not interested in reconciliation and that
I had moved on with my life. My songwriting career was back on track and I
was preoccupied with writing songs for a film soundtrack. Apparently, I
also had money again as my lifestyle was comfortable. Amy explained to them
that we were both very busy raising money for several charities and that
our schedules could not take us back east for at least a few months. My
children said that they understood and that they were disturbed that their
mother had chosen this point in time to reappear in my life. They felt that
she had frittered away her money and now needed more. They also wanted to
help us with our charity work. I remember that at another point in the
dream, my band was performing in a prestigious concert with lots of big
stars like Eric Clapton, Peter Gabriel, Neil Young and others. That part of
the dream was vague but I recall it as being very satisfying. I felt truly
refreshed.

Amy was fast asleep by my side. I slipped away to the bathroom and quietly
got dressed. The house was quiet as Santo and I walked outside. Santo
really liked this place with all the land and room to run. He saw several
deer off in the distance and took off after them. They heard him and
instantly vanished. Santo sensed that his chase was futile and wandered
back to me with his tail between his legs. We walked together for nearly an
hour. I stopped into the RV to get some clothing before coming back into
the house.

Stevie was in the kitchen and the coffee was perking. "How are you feeling
this morning? You look okay."

"I feel terrific. I guess the trip and everything kind of caught up with
me."

"I remember that back in the day, you used to crash hard after a writing
session - like it took everything out of you."

"Yeah, you know you're right. Maybe that was it. I hope I didn't ruin your
party."

"Yeah, you did but we won't hold it against you. Amy seemed very concerned
and after you crashed, she came out to talk about you. She's really crazy
about you. I don't think I've ever seen her like this. I think she's in
love."

"Could be that I am, too. She's the first woman in years that makes my
blood surge. I'm crazy about her, too."

"So, you think maybe you'll stay?"

"No, I have things I have yet to do but that doesn't mean I won't be back
once I resolve things."

"Good, I like the sound of that. Now, how do you feel about tonight's gig?"
he said as he poured two cups of brew.

"Oh, I feel very good about it. It will go very well tonight. I feel
inspired. And this coffee taste's good, too."

"That's good but I'm nervous. I think we should practice some more."

"Come on, Stevie, you always want to practice more. We'll be great. You
know me, I like to keep it loose. Don't worry, dude. Just follow me."

"So you like my coffee? I roast it myself, it's my special blend."

We heard movement and looked up to see the women wearing robes and shaking
off their sleep.

"Davy, are you okay? How do you feel?"

"Baby, you scared me. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good. No, make that 'great' - I feel great this morning."

Santo got up off the floor and went straight for Amy, nuzzling her leg. She
kneeled down and gave him a pat and a kiss.

"Looks like Santo is crazy about you, too. He's picking up a good vibe." I
kissed both of them and thanked them for their concern. I explained that I
was exhausted and repeated Stevie's suggestion about my old writing habits.
My explanation seemed to calm them.

"Now don't worry. Tonight's gig will be fun. We'll rehearse late in the
afternoon so we have a full day before that. I might take a short nap
before we leave for the gig."

"Damn, Davy, you're still the same cool character. Amy, performing never
ever bothered him...he never got nervous - ever," Sally seemed amazed.

"Sally, that's because it's fun, it's not work for me. I always feel like
I'm just sitting around with friends having a good time. Tonight will be no
different except that I haven't felt like this in years...and I like the
feeling. If you let me lead, you'll see, everything will be way cool."

"Do you have a set list?" Stevie asked.

"No, not really. I pretty much know the songs I'm going to do but I'll do
them in the order I feel from the crowd. Pretty much the songs we did last
night. I may do a couple solo, I don't know. We'll see. We'll let it be
organic. We'll do what feels right in that moment. Stop worrying, you'll
see. Just go with my flow and let me lead."

That pretty much settled everyone out and after we cleaned up the kitchen,
Amy said that she was taking me away for a while but that we'd be back
around lunchtime. I went to shower but Amy pushed me out the door and into
her car.

"We're going to my house. We can shower there."

We drove just a few minutes until we turned onto a long road and headed up
toward the hill. About five minutes later, after crossing two creeks, we
pulled up to Amy's house or mansion, as it were.

"I'm fucking impressed."

"Don't be. It's just a big old lonely house. I have most of it shut down."

We walked into the center hall and she was right. It was too big and too
empty for one person to live in by themselves.

"I don't get it. Sally referred to you as a waitress and a maitre d', where
did you get something like this - and the secret house?"

She steered me toward the wing of the house she lived in. We entered her
bedroom with its king-sized bed and sat down it patting the spot beside
her. I sat down.

"Ok, here's the condensed Reader's Digest version: Right after Sally and
Stevie opened their restaurant in the hotel, I got a job there as a
waitress. I was working there a week when the three of us hooked up and we
all were crazy about each other. Right after that, the Maitre d' quit and
moved to Vegas where he got a big job in one of the casino hotels. I filled
in for him and that became my job. I did that for about ten years and went
through a lot bad affairs yet they were always there for me. One of our
best customers was an old time land baron around her named Roy Carver. He
flirted  with me and treated me with respect so we started dating. He was a
lot older than me but he was very sweet and eventually he asked me to marry
him. I'd always had trouble making enough money around here even though
Sally and Stevie paid me well. Roy told me that he'd take care of me and
that I would never have to worry about money. Three years later, Roy had a
heart attack doing what he loved best, skiing on the slopes. He died
instantly. He'd never had kids nor ever wanted any and he left everything
to me. I've sold some of the properties and made a tidy sum. I've also
donated even more land to the local conservancy. I've invested some and put
money into Sally and Stevie's restaurants. I've restored some older
properties and turned them into town landmarks. I own the golf course, the
country club and the Inn where they're taking over the dining room. I have
tons more land and I'm probably worth more money than I will ever spend. I
keep busy but I must admit that it is often a lonely existence...and that's
the quickie version. Now let's take a shower because I want to share an
idea with you."

I was kind of dazed by her story and said nothing. We walked into the
bathroom, which was larger than my entire apartment, and we stripped down.
I let her soap me down and wash me. Then it was my turn and damn, if this
woman didn't love to take showers. I soaped her body and rinsed her but
when I placed my hand on her vagina, she stopped me and told me to wait. We
stepped out and dried off and ran into her bed. She pulled a bottle of
scented oil from her night table and asked me to rub her down which I was
only too happy to do.

She rolled onto her stomach while I oiled up my hands. Placing my crotch at
her head, I began to spread the oil on her neck, shoulders and back. I ran
my hands along her ass cheeks and back up to her shoulders. I moved to the
side and went to work on her spine for a while. Then I moved down to her
feet and began to work on her toes I loved the way her body felt and
rippled under my touch.

"Davy, did I tell you that you have great hands?"

"That's all?"

"That's all for now," she sighed.

I took the oil and let it drip between her cheeks and down her ass. My
hands moved up her thighs, She spread her legs apart and let me brush her
lips as I moved up along her crack. The oil had dripped into her but and I
rubbed my finger along her pucker, just pushing my finger tip into it. When
I finished, I slapped her buttock and told her to roll over.

I repeated my procedure but this time I started at her feet and worked up.
Again, I just brushed her sex. As I worked on her, I marveled at her
beautiful form. Her shaved vagina had deep prominent lips and her inner
lips folded like flower petals like a Georgia O'Keefe painting. The thin
landing strip above it only seemed to make her mound more prominent. Her
waist narrowed slightly giving her hips a more distinct saddle. And her
breasts...oh, those lovely tits, full and round with dark Vermillion
areolas, her pointy nipples rose and fell with her breathing...and not a
bit of sag. Still, even nude and alluring, it was the full lips on her
beautiful face that, for me, was the center of attraction.

I moved around to her head and worked my way down, cupping her breasts. One
of my favorite places is the lower underside of a breast and I softly
caressed that part. I hunched up to slide my hands further and my
semi-erect penis flopped onto her face. She casually slipped it into her
mouth and gently sucked on the helmet. I leaned forward and lightly licked
her pussy lips. She pressed her shaved lips against my tongue.

"Yes, Davy! Eat my pussy. Yes...there! Oh God!!" Her loins began a slow
rocking as I licked her up and down. She grasped my ass in her palms as I
pushed my tongue as far inside of her as I could and then moved up and
sucked her clit into my mouth. Her skin was soft and slick. I loved the
taste and scent of her pussy. Not thick and syrupy, not too sweet but not
tart either. More like a soft earthiness, perhaps like a chardonnay. And as
she rocked her hips and quietly moaned, I drank more and more of it, loving
every moment of the vintage.

Amy spread her legs wide and began to pump against my head crying out in
joy. A deep, guttural moan arose from her. "Yes...arrrrgh...ah, ah,
aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh." She slumped back and began to suck me seriously.

"Mmmmm...salty," she moaned as she gobbled my dripping pre-cum. Her mouth
was soooo good. I closed my eyes as I rocked back and forth along her
tongue. She ran her fingernails along my cock and it made me jump. It also
made me harder. I didn't want it to end but I knew I was cumming. She
grabbed my rod and started stroking it and within moments I was flooding
her throat. She pulled me back a little so she could hold my cum and
squeeze out every drop. I let her milk me dry and I rolled off her. She
leaned over me and we began to kiss. She slowly fed me my cum as I passed
it back. She inhaled deeply.

"Mmmm. I smell good. You taste good. It's all good."

She lay on top of me as we shared little kisses, flavors and aromas.

"I love how uninhibited you are. I love that you have no problems or have
no compunctions about sex. I love that you're bisexual, too."

"It was Sally that turned me and Stevie into cocksuckers back when we were
in college..."

"She laughed,"...and it was Sally who turned me into a cuntlapper."

"Sally! It always comes back to Sally." We laughed.

"Thank you, Sally - a true devotee of Janis Joplin."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, you know - 'You know you've got it, if it makes you feel good! Oh
yes, indeed!"

We laughed and I added, "It's all good. To be honest, I like to play and I
like variety, but since I've met you, I'd rather be here in your arms than
anywhere else."

"Which brings up something I want to talk about, Davy. I have a proposal to
make."

I was suddenly curious, "Go ahead. Lay it on me."

"I hope I don't scare you with this and you can always slow me down, I'll
understand. But since I first heard your music, when I was just a young
girl, I fell in love with it. It had such a lack of pretension and it was
always like you were singing directly to me."

"Maybe I was but I didn't know it. Maybe it was part of the cosmic wheel."

"Perhaps. But now that I know you, I'm not ashamed to say that I love
you...I've fallen in love with you...I am in love with you. I know this to
be true." Her words came out haltingly. "There, I said it."

"Amy, I haven't felt like this either since I can't remember when. I'm all
divided about this. I want to go on with my trip because there is something
I must do...but I don't want to leave you either. When I first left East
Hampton, I had the feeling of something pulling me west. I'm pretty certain
now that that something was you. I feel like I'm falling in love with you,
too, although that scares me a little. We are like
soulmates...partners-in-crime...or fun. We are in the same key. Will it
last? I don't know but I feel like I want to run with it. It is
exhilarating."

"I understand. So here's my proposal: let me join you on your trip. I've
never seen Grand Canyon. I want to go to that spa resort in Palm Springs,
too. I've never done anything like that...maybe I've been too afraid and
self-conscious but I have none of those feelings with you. I love you,
Davy. Let's do it. Please tell me you'll consider it."

I paused dramatically for about ten seconds. "Okay, I've considered it in
depth and I'm all for it. I want you with me. Maybe...hopefully...it will
last forever. Let's find out. I believe we owe each other that much trust."

She squealed with joy and bounced around the bed. She covered me in kisses.
"You won't be disappointed, I promise. If it all goes south I'll catch the
first plane out. Oh, we'll have so much fun."

She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. Whispering in my ear,
she said, "We won't be lonely anymore/" And I knew she was right.

"When do we leave?"

"How 'bout tomorrow? We'll do the gig tonight and then break it to Sally
and Stevie. What do you say?"

"I like it. Let me wrap up some business today and give instructions to my
lawyer, my accountant and my business manager, Artie. I'll pack some
stuff...I hope you have room in the trailer...I'm excited."

She jumped out of bed and threw on some clothes and raced into her office
next to her bedroom. I got up and dressed, too and strolled around her
house checking it out. It was a very large home split into two wings. One
she lived in and the other was closed down, it's hallway door shut. I
poured myself a little cognac and sat out on the back porch considering
what had just gone down. As I stared off at the mountains, I was good with
it.

An hour later, Amy joined me. "Okay, all done. Everything is in place.
Nothing to it. Shall we go back now?"

We drove back to the ranch and Santo met us at the door wagging his tail.

"Davy, I just spoke to George. Everything is set for tonight. Showtime is
9:00 sharp. I also gave instructions to the sound guy. George wants you to
call him." Stevie dialed the phone and handed it to me. George had some
questions which were easily answered. He asked me what to call the band and
I gave him a name off the top of my head. He also told me that once he
spread the word, he got a great response and that it would be a full house.
I told him that it would cost him a lot of barbeque and that maybe he
should pack it up "to go" so I could have a full fridge in my trailer. He
laughed and said he'd see me later.

Stan and Nancy came by at 3:00. Tom called and said he couldn't make it.
Stevie thought he sounded as if he had stage fright. It really didn't
matter much to me as Stan and Nancy were gifted and talented musicians.
They picked up on my songs quickly and brought some very sweet riffs into
play. Amy sang along and blended perfectly. I was gently surprised that she
knew all the words but she did say that she was a longtime fan. At one
point, she pulled a harmonica from my guitar case and played a fine little
accompaniment. I nooded to her approvingly.

"If I turn to one of you and ask you to take a lead, will that upset you?"

"Not at all," said Nancy, "I hear a lot of great parts. Not a problem."

"Don't ask me," said Amy, "I'm just along for this wild ride." She winked
at me.

We ran through the songs again and all agreed to meet at the Tavern at
8:30. I was confident and eager to play already but I also knew that a nap
would do me good. Stevie took Santo out for a walk while Sally and Amy took
me to bed.

"Sally - no sex now! Save it for later. I like to keep my energy level
high."

"Spoilsport!"

I curled up and closed my eyes. I was out in minutes. I must have napped
for two hours when Amy woke me with a cup of coffee at 7:30. She was
already dressed for the gig and she looked terrific with a brown tank top
under a leather vest. Her jeans looked as though she was poured into them.

"Oh great! I'm the star and they'll all be looking at you. Talk about being
upstaged!"

She pouted, "I'll change if you want me to."

I assured her that I was kidding and that she looked superb. I dressed in
my usual outfit - jeans and a western-cut shirt. Before I knew it, we
packed up Stevie's car and were ready to head for Woody Creek.

"Oh, shit! I almost forgot!" I put a leash on Santo and loaded him into the
car.

"Santo, too?" asked Amy.

"Sure, I don't know if you noticed it but he likes to sit under my chair
when I play. He'll be fine, you'll see. And if I'm wrong, we'll put him
into the car. No biggee."

We got to the Tavern in a few minutes and George showed us the stage he'd
set up on the outside deck. He brought out a bowl of water and plate of
kitchen scraps for my hairy little buddy. Since it was a warm and dry
evening, it seemed very comfortable. Stan and Nancy arrived a few minutes
later and we ran through a quick sound check. George came out with an easel
and placed a sign on reading, "Tonight - 9 PM, Davy Harper & The Erogenous
Zone" which brought laughs and amazement.

Sally got it right away. "Hey, wasn't that the name of the first band you
and Stevie put together? What a joker you are!"

Stevie and I took Santo for a walk but it was really an excuse to smoke a
joint just to smooth out the edges. When we returned, the patio was now
full and the restaurant was equally jammed. The bar was three deep. George
went to the mike.

"Ladies, Gentlemen, Regulars and Bar Flies. May I have your attention,
please? Tonight, in the Grand Ballroom, the world-renowned Woody Creek
Tavern is very proud to present a very special and rare concert. Please
give a warm Woody Creek welcome to Davy Harper and The Erogenous Zone!"

We made our way to the stage under raucous applause. Santo found his place
under my stage chair as we kicked into one of my best known songs, "Mighty
Fine." When I got to the first chorus, everyone in the place was singing
along. The band was very tight and Amy's soaring harmony was perfect. When
I reached the third verse and the line about the stars in the sky, I looked
up and pointed moving right into the final chorus and then into the end.
The audience went wild and the applause lasted until I shushed them. I
looked to the band and we all acknowledged that it was a good sign.

"Thank you folks for that wonderful welcome. It's been a long time since I
played before an audience and it feels nice. I think you all know my band
by first names but this is my dog, Santo." Santo wagged his tail. "He's our
metronome." Laughter. "Here's another one you might remember. I wrote it
for her," pointing at Sally.

I jumped right into "Sally Take A Ride" and heard her whoop. I knew that
the audience might be familiar with the song because it was included on the
soundtrack of a Jack Nicholson film. I turned toward Stevie for the break
and he played it like he always did - on the money. It brought a rousing
reaction. The whole song seemed to be in the pocket and brought a nice
reaction.

We played two more repertoire songs when I sat down on the chair and waved
Nancy up front.

"Now here's a song by an old friend, John Sebastian, and I want to dedicate
to our amazing background singer and erogenous zone herself, Amy Bieler.
It's called "Amy's Tune."

I played the first section solo and whistling the melody. Nancy came in and
took over the melody. Stevie and Stan laid down a subtle bed and the
audience was spellbound. The texture of the song was so perfect that I,
too, got lost in it. I looked around at the faces in the crowd for the
first time and I picked out a few celebrities. I saw Goldie Hawn and Kurt
Russell, Lance Armstrong, Angelica Huston and Zac Efron. Nancy was letter
perfect and the song brought warm appleause.

"I have another one here that's on the jukebox inside. I wrote with two
buddies, Steve Goodman and Jimmy Buffett. I'd..."

A voice by the bar yelled out, "Finally a song I know!"

I recognized the voice and yelled back, "Well, maybe you want to come out
here and join me!"

Jimmy Buffett made his way to the stage to great applause. I dedicated the
song to the memory of Steve Goodman who was a dear friend to both of us.
Jimmy and I stood together at the mic and crooned. At the end, the audience
roared. Jimmy and I shook hands and he made his way back to the bar.

"Now I hope you all have a Landshark Beer in your hands and if you don't,
what are you waiting for? Now go on, I ain't playin' until you're all
lubricated...I can wait!"

George, Jimmy and a waitress came out with cold bottles and passed them
around and collected money while I turned to the band and gave them the
last three songs. I told them that on the next number, I'd give them all
solos.

"Ok, are you all wet yet?" Big applause. We kicked right into "Wet Yet" and
again the audience knew all the words and sang along. When the break came
around, I yelled "Stevie!" and he took off on a wild autoharp solo.
"Nancy!" and she fiddled it up a notch. "Stan!" and he played a gut-bucket
riff that ended in a flourish. "Amy!" She lifted her tambourine and shook
it to deafening applause. "Santo!" He looked up at me and wagged his tail.
"Me!" and I started to play "Purple Haze" which I walked out of and then
into an a capella third verse followed by a rousing full band chorus and
out. The audience went wild and I waved goodbye. But I knew they wanted an
encore and they started to chant, "Davy! Davy! Davy!" Santo sat up and
started to bark. We came back to the stage.

"I can't refuse my dog. He's my biggest fan. Here's one more for you and
you're all welcome to sing along. In the end, there's a whistling part and
you can whistle along with that, too."

We broke into "Traveling, Traveling On," a sweet and gentle song that was
buried on a b-side but has always been one of my favorites. The audience
was right there with us and as I ended it with a big "MGM ending", the
crowd went wild, standing and cheering. I waved goodbye and thanked them
all for coming out. I thanked George for having 'the best damn venue in
Woody Creek' and left the stage. Santo followed us out.

Back behind the patio, I thanked everyone for playing so sweetly. Stevie
was near tears from the rush coming off the performance. The crowd was
still chanting my name when George came back and asked if we would do one
more so we headed back to the stage. The crowd went wild. Santo followed us
back but this time he sat next to Sally in the front row. I got a kick out
of the fact that he was watching the show, too.

"Ok, friends, we can only do one more and then that's it because we don't
know any more. Here's a song I wrote yesterday with Stevie and Amy. I want
to dedicate this one to the ghost that haunts this place. This one goes out
to the memory of Hunter Thompson. I never met the man...I wish I had...but
I believe in Gonzo."

I began to sing, "In The Key of Me" and as Amy came in with a close
harmony. Stevie played a chord as Stan rolled down to the root and we were
into it. I let Amy take the bridge. I nodded to Nancy for the solo and she
delivered the most gorgeous part, it helped to make the song more
meaningful and it brought a strong response. We headed to the end of the
song and the faded out leaving me the last line. I slowed it down and sang
it a cappella. It worked and the audience rose as one and gave us a
standing ovation. I pulled the band to the front of the stage and we
applauded the audience. Lots of camera flashes hit our eyes and we walked
out into the audience to shake hands. The vibe was beautiful and better
than I could have ever imagined. Amy kissed me on the cheek and whispered
"I love you" in my ear. I beamed, surrounded by backslappers, photographers
and autograph seekers. It seemed like everyone wanted to shake my hand.
Sally broke through the crowd and gave me a wild hug. She yelled, "This was
better than any of the old days, Davy. You rock big time."

One woman told me that I had made her day for a lot of days to come and
that she would always remember the show. Angelica Huston and Goldie Hawn
were like gushing fans, too, asking for my autograph. I took a concert
flyer and passed it around asking everyone in the crowd to please sign it
for me. To say that I felt like a million bucks is to undervalue the dollar.

I was nearly an hour later that Stevie and I were packing up the car. Santo
was already asleep in the back seat. Buffett came out to the car and told
me that I had killed and it was as good as how as he'd ever seen. "You're
back, Davy and I'm glad. I missed you." he said. He then told me how much
he loved "In the Key of Me" and how he's love to record it for his next CD
but only if I'd record it with him. I jotted down my cell phone number and
my email address and gave it to him. We hugged.

George came out of the Tavern with a very large box filled with "to go"
bags. "It's filled with all sorts of good stuff, Davy. I hope you enjoy it.
Oh, and here's your flyer." Every square inch of it was filled with
autographs.

"I'm framing this."

"I can't thank you enough, Davy. That was a memorable night for me. Not
only did you put on one hell of a show but we broke our beer number - you
set a record! You can play here anytime you want and you're never ever
gonna pay a penny in my establishment."

Stan and Nancy were leaving when they came over and hugged me.

"I can't remember when I ever had more fun. Damn, we were good, weren't we?"

"We were in the pocket, Stan. My ears heard the perfect sound and you,
Nancy, you damn near made me cry there at the end. What an awesome solo.
I'd play with you guys anytime."

"You were right, Davy. I just let the music and the vibe take me. Was it
good?"

"Was it good? Was it good? Don't put me on, Nancy. You were clearly in the
key of me. Thank you. Thank you. A billion times, thank you." They waved as
they pulled out of the parking lot.

The five of us got into the car and headed out. I was quiet as my body
deflated and the post-performance exhaustion kicked in. The other three
seemed energized and couldn't stop talking about the show and reliving
parts of it. Santo rested his head on my lap and licked my hand while I
rested my head on Amy's shoulder.

"This calls for a celebration. When we get back it's champagne and hot
tub!" exclaimed Sally and sure, enough, once we got into the house, Stevie
started pouring the bubbly and lighting joints as we threw our clothes off
and sank into the tub. The phone was ringing off the hook but Stevie waved
it off and turned off the ringer.

Stevie held his glass up, "Here's to Davy Harper and The Erogenous Zone!"

"That was a mighty memorable show. It's one I'll never forget. Amy, you
sounded angelic up there and Stevie, it was like yesterday again. Thank you
all."

"I don't know that I've ever had more fun," said Amy. "You were right,
Davy, when you told us to let you lead and to go with the flow. The energy
coming from the audience was magical. I never felt anything like that
before."

I smiled and exhaled a deep sigh. "That's called post-show tired is what
that is," I said.

"Oh baby, let mama take care of you," smiled Sally.

The three of them surrounded me in a close hug and they all covered my face
in kisses. Then they started massaging me and working on my shoulders and
hands. I closed my eyes and felt their love engulf me. We were all
squatting in the tub so that the water was up to our necks. I felt their
arms and legs entangle my own. Stevie's erection pressed into my own. I
don't know how long we held this group embrace. Sally tipped my head back
and I sank backwards until I was floating and being help aloft by six
hands. As if in one connected organism, I felt them rubbing me, stroking me
and kissing me. I opened my eyes and gazed into the stars and I felt
eternity.

Stevie pulled us out of the tub and we all quietly dried off and put on our
robes. Hand in hand, we silently walked into their bedroom where we sat in
a circle. Stevie lit a joint and we passed it around. Nothing was spoken
but our eyes could not conceal our joy.

The pot really hit me hard and I swooned backwards. I felt their hands on
me, touching and caressing. I felt a mouth encompass my glans and then a
tongue and then three tongues and I smiled. One mouth remained and began to
suck me all the way in. I opened my eyes to see both women watching Stevie
sucking me.

"Ah," I let out an involuntary sigh.

"Would you boys put on a show for us?" asked Sally. I haven't seen you two
get in on in a long time."

"For you, Sal, anything." I pivoted around and took Stevie into my mouth.
We lay in a 69 on our sides as the women sat side by side holding hands. I
reached for his big balls and gently kneaded them.

"I want your cum, Davy. Give it to me."

"Just a little bit more, Stevie, just a little bit more." He increased his
tempo as I wrapped my legs around his head. His fat cock filled my mouth
and I tasted a few drops of his pre-cum.

"Yeah, Stevie, yeah."

Sally was stroking her clit, "You two are sooo hot."

"I'm gonna cum, Stevie...Stevie, here it comes." He pulled off me and
opened his mouth as I shot ropes of cum into it.

"Oh, that's soooo hot, Davy." I felt Amy's fingers pinching my nipples.
Sally placed her pussy-drenched fingers by my nose.

"Davy...get ready...I'm gonna shoot." I pulled Stevie's cock out and let
his cum splash into my mouth and my beard and my moustache and all over my
head. It was salty and warm and sticky and so good to know that I had
brought him off.

Amy began to kiss Stevie. "I love his sweet cum...let me have his cum."
Sally was licking Stevie's cum off my face.

Stevie turned to me and we kissed, passing what little spooge was left.

"My oh my. That was fun. Now I want to watch you two." Stevie and I moved
back on the bed. I lit two joints and passed one to him.

Amy pulled Sally onto all fours and started to lick her ass. Sally reached
over for a large black vibrator and passed it back to Amy. Amy turned it on
and buzzed the tip around Sally's cunt. She inserted it and slowly drew it
in and out as Sally pushed back on it Amy then withdrew the vibrator and
ran it around Sally's pucker.

"Yeah, baby. Stick it in my ass. Fuck my ass with that cock." Amy
repositioned herself so that she was under Sally and able to lick her pussy
while she slowly moved the vibrator in and out of Sally's ass. Sally pushed
back on it to take it deeper. Amy increased the speed.

"Oooohhhh, that fucking cock in my ass is good, baby. You know what I like.
Fuuuuuuck." Amy increased her in and out strokes while her other hand
diddled herself.

"You're making me cum, baby, baby. baby. Ahhyeeee..." Sally started to hump
Amy's face as Amy pushed the vibrator still further. Sally let out a deep
satisied moan and then several shrieks. She lifted her hips and began to
squirt and spray her cum all over Amy. It ran down her chest and onto her
breasts.

"Ohmigod, that's fucking amazing," I was awestruck by the sight as Amy
shook her tongue for side to side and Sally shrieked again, this time
exploding into another orgasm and squirting jets of her cum into Amy's
mouth.

"No...no more...no more," Sally cried out as she rolled off Amy. The
vibrator was still humming in her ass. She reached down and pulled out with
a loud pop. "Now that's how you cum!"

Sitting and watching with bulging eyes, I let my joint go out. Stevie
pulled my arm over toward Amy and the two of us began to lick her face and
tongue Sally's cum from her mouth. We were going crazy on Amy and she loved
it. Both hands were deep in her pussy but Sally had another idea. She
pulled a rabbit vibrator from her drawer and began to fuck Amy with it.
Stevie went for Amy's tits while I rubbed my dick around her face. Amy's
hands flew everywhere, grasping and grabbing. She held my balls, then she
stuck her finger up my ass. She pulled it out and pushed it in again. She
was thrashing wildly as Sally pushed the rabbit deep into her pussy and
rubbed the nub around her clit. Sally also pushed a finger up her ass and
gripped her.

Amy was in orgasmic chaos, arching and thrusting and grabbing wildly. I
held her head from thrashing about and kissed her sending my tongue down
her throat as she sucked it in. She was moaning into my mouth as she began
to cum hard, very hard. Her nipples were hard and erect, pointing at the
ceiling as Stevie pulled on them. And just like that, she stopped shaking
and settled down. Sally pulled the vibrator away and began to gently pat
Amy's clit. She softly kissed it as Amy calmed down.

"Oh that was so good....so good. Thank you all."

"No, thank you," we replied and covered her body with kisses.

We lay around all entangled, recovering and toking.

"We have something to tell you. We have an announcement to make," said Amy.
"Tomorrow, Davy and I are hitting the road together."

Sally screamed, "Oh Jesus. Really!"

"Yes, really. We're in love. At least, we going to find out just how much."

"Congratulations," said Stevie, "I knew you two would hook up. I told Sally
that a couple of nights ago."

"Yup, we're going to head down to Grand Canyon and then Palm Springs and
then...and then who knows where."

"Send us postcards," said Sally, "let us know what's happening."

"We will, I promise," said Amy, holding my hand.

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