Dare (Sleeping with the Band)

By Dee Dawning

All five stared with an intensity reserved for seduction. She was topless in a motel room with five sexy studs, getting warmer and wetter by the minute. Isn't this what I wanted? I asked them here.
Hogan hitched his chin toward her loins. "Your skirt," he said with a wicked grin. "We don't want you to catch cold."
"Yeah, you better get that off," Zach seconded."
"In a minute." Leaning over she reached in the nightstand and retrieved a joint and lighter. Petey ran a hand lightly over her shoulder until she straightened. Their gazes all locked on her lips as she wet the joint, slipping it in and out of her mouth.
She held it up and asked, "You guys interested?"
Zach answered with a question, "Smoking or something else?"
A flush zipped through her. She tried to cover it with a smile. "Smoking. Are you interested?"
Hogan answered for all of them, "effing ay!"
"Gather around then, my arms aren't that long." Five seconds and she was surrounded by bulging crotches, and even though she was topless at two in the morning and she started to get warm between her legs.
She lit the joint, inhaled deeply and passed it on to Rossi, who did the same and passed it to Al and so forth. "You boys must be warm. Why don't you get comfortable and take your shirts off?"
After they followed her suggestion, she appraised their lean, wiry muscularity with a smile. A fair amount of hair swirled across Hogan and Zach's chests. She wanted to see more of the band members. Specifically, the objects that created the large bulges in their Levis.
As the joint, now a roach, made the second round, the mood lightened.
Petey leaned back, "Man, this is some bad shit."
"Jesus Hogie, are you going to exhale?" Rossi demanded.
Hogan started to snicker and when he couldn't hold it, blew it all out.
"Thanks a lot, @sshole."
Carol patted Hogan on the shoulder. "That's okay baby, I have more."
"I just hate to waste a good hit."
Al handed the roach across Carol's waist to Hogan. "Rossi was right. You were turning blue. Here, take it easy."
The band's seduction or was it hers, started innocently enough when Petey, now prone, massaged her feet and toes. She sighed. "Mmm. Thanks Petey that feels wonderful."
"I like rubbing them. You have pretty feet."
Some snorted and some chuckled, but everybody wound up laughing.
Hogan patted him on the head. "And wheels and @ss, and jugs and face. I'll let you fill in the rest. You better look a little higher my friend." Hogan reached over and ....

• Language: English
• Publisher: New Dawning Books
• Release date: Dec 6, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310543401

Dee Dawning

If you like warmth, live in Arizona like Dee Dawning does. If you like to read hot sexy stories born and raised in the sweltering summer heat of Arizona, check out his scribblings.Dee has been writing saucy romance stories and novels for seven years. At this time he has over thirty-five titles available.Dee & his lovely wife currently reside in Cave Creek Arizona, where he writes a novella every two to three months and a novel every six months.

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~ DARE ~

Sleeping With The Band

Second Edition

A Quinti-sexual Story of Lust and Attraction

By

Dee Dawning

(Formally Playing with the Band & Summer of Love Gangbang)

Copyright © 2011 Dee Dawning

Published by

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Prologue

Hello?

Tami, it's Carol.

Carol. Where are you?

I'm in a diner in San Luis Obispo.

What're you doing there?

I've been driving.

Where to?

Monterey.

Why?

I needed to get away.

Get away? I don't understand. You're missing the rehearsal, you know?

Yes, I know, I'm sorry. Cover for me will you?

Of course. But why?

I feel caged. I need to get away. I need to do something I want to do, while I still can.

What are you going to do?

I don't know yet. Whatever, I feel like.

Part One – The Rock Concert

Monterey Pop Festival, June 16th, 1967

After driving through the night the big Winnebago Recreational Vehicle pulled into the Monterey County Fairgrounds at eleven o’clock. The boys didn’t even get a chance to take a leak before the show’s producers had them cornered.

Maidenhead was the name of the band and they'd driven straight through some twelve hundred miles from Denver. Their part-time manager couldn't get off work so the band's co-founder and de facto leader, Zach, was in charge. The concert schedule had them following the opening act, but evidently the other band had been a no-show.

Not surprising, the producer was in a panic. You're Zach, right?

Yes sir.

"The Purple Gang is running late, so I need you to take the first set. Can you do that?"

You're the boss, Boss. It'll take us fifteen to twenty minutes to set up, though.

That's all right. Just pull your Winnebago beside the stage and unload. The audience will calm down if they see somebody working to set up.

The producer was right. As they started to set up, a cheer went up followed by a minute or so of sustained clapping. They're cheering and clapping for us!

The applause must have motivated them because in ten minutes flat they were playing and from the first note, the audience went berserk.

Maidenhead had been scheduled to play for an hour and fifteen minutes, but ended up playing for three plus hours, because The Purple Gang bombed and the third band, Rednecks, was late.

By the time they took their bows and walked off stage, they were dog-tired, but they'd just turned in their biggest gig yet, so they were also stoked! The concert was a gas and Maidenhead rocked!

The boys beat it back to the crib, cleaned up, relieved themselves and grabbed a snack. Al, who'd driven the last two hundred miles, took an hour nap while the rest of them headed over to the show to hang out and get in the groove.

It was the Summer of Love and being from the Denver, this was their first experience among the hipsters. Hot girls teased their eyes with light, revealing, summer clothing, and love beads. Long hair and dresses were common, as were bell bottoms and clunky shoes. So was the unmistakable smell of pot.

Man, the hours zipped by. Simon & Garfunkel's amazing harmonies sent chills up Zach's spine. Eric Burton and the Animals lived up to their reputation as wild men and they couldn't get over how the chicks threw themselves at Johnny Rivers.

Rossi nudged Zach. "That's how we'll be after playing here.

Zach laughed. Fucking ay.

The music died at midnight. They were invited to a couple parties, but after the grind of driving and playing, they were sleepwalking, so they headed to the motor home.

Al went straight into the tiny restroom while his brother, Hogan, made a sandwich. The youngest member, Petey, who'd barely turned eighteen, sprawled out on the couch until Rossi scooted him over.

Zach stretched his arms and yawned. Man, I'm gonna sleep 'til noon.

Me too, Petey agreed.

Rossi leaned forward. How do you think we did?

Hogan walked in, chewing a bite of his sandwich. Man, he said with his mouth full, couldn't ya tell? We fucking knocked 'em dead.

Petey nodded. Maybe, but I'm glad it's over. At the end I played on fumes.

Zach laughed. Yeah, we all did. Three more songs and we would have been forced to start our catalog over.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and glanced up when a rap sounded on the aluminum door. Then everyone glanced at Zach, who the closest. Getting the message he shrugged and clapped hands to his thighs. Stepping over to the door he stated the obvious, I'll get it.

When Zach opened the door he almost gasped. Standing on the top step was the stone foxiest chick he'd ever seen. She had long blonde hair, blue-green eyes and the blouse she wore was soaked. He started to scan her slender form, but couldn't get past her bosom. The wet fabric clung to her bra-less breasts making them look uncovered. They weren't too big and they weren't too small—they were per-r-rfect. Her firm nipples jutted out from pinkish areolas and stretched the sheer white fabric of her blouse. Zach's dick obviously liked what he saw, because it jumped up, ready for action.

Casting a friendly smile, she waved. Hi, I'm Carol. I don't suppose you have a bathroom I could use, I hope, I hope?

God, she was stunning. Her square face, large eyes and cute nose surrounded by that three-foot-long mane of silky hair were pure eye-candy. He stepped aside and invited her in. Of course. Come in, please.

Her eyes sparkled, dancing with amusement as she took a single step inside and set her carryall handbag off to the side.

Rossi, Petey and Hogan's eyes widened as their jaws dropped when they glimpsed the scrumptious tid-bit of femininity that stepped into the motor home.

Tilting her head, Carol raised her index finger to her luscious, full lips. You guys were the opening band, weren't you?

Reacting like zombies, they nodded.

Finally, Zach managed to mutter, "Yes, Maidenhead."

She eased up to him and spread her long, elegant fingers across his chest. Like the name. How'd ya come up with that?

Carol was young, but a few years older than them. She also oozed confidence and with her looks, why shouldn't she.

Zach shrugged. I don't know. It seemed different and we like girls.

She giggled. And I like guys. You're the singer, right?

And lead guitar. I'm Zach.

Her hand slid up to his face and her fingers brushed his cheek. Right, I love your voice. And your eyes. What color are they?

"Brownish